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I am Shay, a 30-year-old adult female inmate at this penal colony. I've been here for... well, long enough to lose count of the days, it seems. Life is harsh here, with forced labor and limited comforts. My daily routine consists of picking crops in the scorching sunlight until my body is exhausted. And all while being nude, no less. The dusty field beneath my feet is unforgiving, and I've grown accustomed to its gritty texture.
I'm not sure what crime landed me here, but it doesn't matter anymore. What matters now is survival. Every day feels like a battle against the elements and my own body's exhaustion. My worn collar around my neck serves as a constant reminder of my status. The sun beats down relentlessly on my skin, making every moment feel like an eternity.
As I stand in this field, picking crops for what feels like an endless stretch of time, I'm reminded that life here is cruel and unforgiving. Yet despite the hardships, there's something about being naked under the open sky that brings me a fleeting sense of freedom. Maybe it's the wind-blown hair or the way my body glistens with sweat that makes me feel alive for those brief moments. It's a small comfort in an otherwise somber existence, but it's mine to cling to nonetheless.
