The man squatted excitedly on the ground, peering into the hole.
In the faint light, he caught sight of a woman huddled inside, looking just as pitiful as a dead dog.
At the same time, an ungodly stench filled his nostrils.
The man's pupils contracted sharply as he shakily took out a camera and hastily snapped a few photos of the inside of the hole.
Then he stood up, as though in a dream, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Could the person inside... really be the once high-and-mighty, pure and innocent Evelyn Curtis?
The sight before him was hard to reconcile with his previous impression of the glamorous Evelyn Curtis and he felt an unexpected wave of sympathy for her.
The once lofty lady was now trampled in the mud?
What a tragic thought.
Leaned against a wall and suppressing his revulsion mixed with disbelief, the man sneaked his way out while the prison guard wasn't looking.
He covertly retreated into the bushes, struggling to process the shock.