An unwilling marionette

"What terrifies you isn't death, but life. But my husband won't let you die. Am I wrong? You should be flattered. He even funded the medical facility in this penitentiary, especially for you. Aren't you a special one?"

Andrea ground her teeth, maintaining eye contact with Heaven. 

At first, Andrea thought prison was better than being on the run. But now, she didn't know anymore. Her life here was worse. People would just harass her and beat her up for no damn reason. She tried fighting back at first, but against countless inmates, the result was obvious.

What made things worse was that, no matter how terribly she was beaten to the point she was almost on the brink of death, the doctor kept reviving her back to life. It hadn't been a week since entering this hell, but with how many times she was rushed to the infirmary, Andrea felt like she had been here longer.