Chapter 212

Inside the detention center.

Near the early hours of the morning, there was silence all around.

During the day, Lauren did not bother Joyce again, and everyone was

at peace for the time being.

Inside the cell, the others had long gone to sleep, and Joyce had also

fallen asleep.

Vicki faintly heard the sound of a key turning from the gate, she had

always been alert and she never slept too deeply, so the slightest

sound could alarm her. Her eyes snapped open, the surroundings were

extremely dark, but she was used to seeing things in the dark.

Vicki vaguely saw that it was a female prison guard, stout and, on a

hunch, not the one who was normally running this place. The late night

visit could only for one purpose, the newcomer Joyce.

During the day, she had her cellmates change beds, and Joyce was

moved to the bunk next to her.

Vicki gently rolled over and got up, nudging Joyce in her sleep.

Joyce had been practicing shooting since childhood. Although not as

alert as Vicki, she was also very sensitive to sounds.

She immediately woke up and her body moved slightly.

Vicki put a finger between her lips and makes a "shhh!" sound.

Joyce immediately understood. She also noticed that a female prison

guard had just opened the chains of the iron door and was approaching

her.

“It's quite abnormal. If you're called out, you deal with it first and I'll see

what happens.” Vicki shut up and then quickly returned to her bunk and

pretended to sleep. There is no shortage of such dark hands reaching

out in the detention center, taking suspects away in the middle of the

night, raiding them for interrogation, or torturing them and sending them

back half dead.

The female prison guard came to Joyce's side, lifted her foot and

kicked Joyce, saying nonchalantly, "Wake up."

She hit hard and kicked Joyce in the shoulder.

Joyce pretended to have just woken up, rubbed her eyes, looked

around, and asked, "Madam, what's wrong?"

"Someone wants to see you, come out with me." The female prison

guard lowered her voice and said, "Keep your voice down, don't disturb

others."

"Oh." Joyce sat up, put on her coat, and followed the female guard out

of the cell.

The female guard locked the cell door back up before she left.

There was only a window on the roof in the gloomy detention center,

and not a single beam of light could get into the darkness of the night.

The wind seemed to be blowing outside, whistling around in the empty

detention center wildly, making a gruesome sound.

Joyce followed the female guard all the way forward. She looked

around, and found that this was not the way to the parlor. She went on

and on, and Joyce asked alertly, "Where are we going? Who would ask

to see me this late at night?"

The prison guard turned around and revealed a creepy, eerie smile.

“You'll know when you get there."

Joyce felt bad inside her heart, but the prison guard in front of her,

except for her stout body, did not look wrong, her uniform and shoulder

patch were alright, it could not be fake. And there is surveillance all the

way, she wondered what she wanted to do?

The prison guard took Joyce to the room at the end of the corner.

Then, the prison guard gave her a sharp push from behind and pushed

Joyce inside.

The room was dark inside with no windows, and a pungent musty smell

was all around the place. It looked just like no one had been there for a

long time.

Joyce immediately understood that there must be a problem. She

turned to run, but the guard's strong body blocked the door. She

sneered and locked the door behind her.

“You don't think I would just let you go, right?" The voice was eerie and

terrifying.

The prison guard lit a lamp next to her hand. Because no one had ever

used it for a long time, the bulb gave a faint yellowish light and full of

dirt. The light cast upon the surrounding rudimentary furniture, dragging

out narrow black shadows on the floor, to the darkness of the chamber,

making the whole thing even more horrifying.