Chloe yanked her foot out of the warm water, kicked ine in the chest, and said icily, “Listen up, old woman. You need to understand your ce here. You must follow my orders, or I have countless ways to make your life miserable. Do you get it?!”


    ine winced, having already suffered a broken rib. Although the kick didn’t hit that exact spot, the apanying pain caused her to cry out.


    She nced around at the other inmates, hoping someone might stand up for her or plead with Chloe on her behalf. To her dismay, everyone in the prison area, including the girl who had just spoken to her and the Chinese girl who helped trante, seemed to be enjoying her suffering. Defeated, she nodded and sobbed, “I understand… I understand…”


    Chloe let out a hum and checked the time. “You have just four hours until dinner. For these four hours, all you need to do is give us a few massages!”


    ine realized that she had no bargaining power against Chloe and no hope of sympathy. To avoid further torment, she knew she had toply.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Feeling desperate, she gritted her teeth and nodded in agreement.


    Even a skilled technician in a pedicure shop would struggle to keep up for four continuous hours, let alone someone as inexperienced as ine.


    After just half an hour, her hands were cramping, and her back ached from the exertion.<fna2af> For original chapters go to find~novel</fna2af>


    But Chloe showed no mercy. Instead, she continued to beat and kick ine, taking pleasure in her weakening state. Tears streamed down ine’s face as the agony persisted.


    By the time the four hours had passed, ine was utterly exhausted and in excruciating pain, unable to lift her arms or hands.


    Just as she was halfway through massaging thest person, a prison guard approached and knocked on the fence door, calling out coldly, “Dinner time! Everyone line up immediately!”


    As everyone stood up to form a line, ine finally had a moment of respite.


    However, after squatting for so long, she found it nearly impossible to stand.


    When the iron gate swung open, a female guard stepped forward to count the inmates. Spotting ine still crouched on the ground, she quickly reprimanded her, “1024, get in line right now! You have three seconds toply, or you’ll miss dinner!”


    With tears in her eyes, ine summoned all her strength, gritted her teeth, and managed to stand up, taking slow, painful steps into the queue.


    As the entire prison area moved towards the dining hall under the watchful eyes of the guards, inegged behind, her legs feeling sore and numb.


    Each step was a monumental effort, but she knew she had to keep going.


    The female guard deliberately slowed her pace, approached ine, and whispered, “1024, is your family wealthy?”


    ine was taken aback, too stunned to respond at first.


    The guard smiled and added, “Yourwyer has deposited $10,000 into your prison ount, allowing you to purchase items from the store using your ID card.”


    Then, lowering her voice, she continued, “By the way, I’m Jessica Brownstone. If your family is interested in selling cigarettes, be sure to reach out to me. American Spirit, a thousand dors each.”


    “A thousand?!” ine blurted out, “Didn’t Chloe say they were four hundred?”


    Jessica Brownstone replied casually, “Four hundred was yesterday’s rate. Today, it’s a thousand. If you want to make a purchase, have your family contact my sister. Otherwise, I can’t promise what Chloe might do to you tonight!”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center wp-block-heading" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>