Chapter: 4831

Kloey had spent a long time at Bedford Hills Correctional Facility, and she was well aware that in this place, the strong preyed on the weak, and survival depended on being cunning.

For someone like Kloey who ruled over the prison with an iron fist, it was essential to break down each new arrival's willpower and turn them into obedient dogs.

She had to crush their spirits completely on their very first day in order to prevent any small cliques from forming.

Only then could she ensure that this cell block would remain free of any further trouble.

Only by doing so can she ensure her own powerful position isn't threatened.

Each new arrival who wants to get ahead in this prison must have a strong punch and courage.

Just like Mara, if she dares to fight back on her first day against Kloey's provocation, even if she gets punched to the point of head injuries and blood loss, as long as she grits her teeth and doesn't give up, Kloey won't bother her again, and might even change her strategy from high-intensity oppression to luring and manipulating.

But if Mara is trampled by Kloey on her first day, she'll never have a chance to turn the tables in front of Kloey for as long as she's in this prison.

Because to someone like Kloey, the more timid and submissive people are, the more they'll be subjected to her madness and oppression.

Currently, Mara doesn't know that in Kloey's eyes, she's already become a target for abuse, and originally thought of using action to curry favor with Kloey, but doesn't realize Kloey has even more torture waiting for her.

Mara may not have washed feet for anyone else in her lifetime, but at least she used to frequent beauty salons and enjoy various treatments, including foot massages, which were a must-have. So she learned by rote how to help Kloey with her pedicure.

Kloey looked at Mara's obedient demeanor and felt great, enjoying Mara's service while laughing and saying, "After you're done, remember to help my sisters do their feet as well. Tell them how to do it, and if anyone is slack, they'll sleep in the toilet tonight!"

As soon as Kloey finished speaking, seven or eight people came out from the crowd, leaving Mara stunned. If one person had taken half an hour to get up, eight people would have come out by now. This afternoon has passed.

Not to mention how long it took, I'm exhausted and ready to collapse myself.

So, she could only ask in a pleading tone: "Kloey... can't you do half today and the other half tomorrow... I'm old, and I really can't take it anymore..."

Kloey pulled one foot out of the warm water, kicked Mara at her chest, and spoke coldly: "Old granny, you need to get your position clear in here. What I say, you only have one choice, otherwise, I have a thousand ways to kill you, do you understand?"

Mara had already broken one rib, and getting kicked like this was painful. Although it wasn't the exact spot where her ribs were broken, the pain still made her tears flow.

Mara couldn't help but look at other prisoners, hoping someone would speak up for her or help her beg off from Kloey. But she didn't expect that the entire prison, including the Chinese girl who had just talked to her and translated for her, were all watching her with smiles on their faces, leaving her only to nod and cry, saying: "I understand... I understand..."

Kloey snickered and looked at the time, then said: "It's perfect timing. We have four hours before dinner. For these four hours, you won't need to do anything else. Just give us some massages!"

Mara understood that she had no bargaining power with Kloey and couldn't seek sympathy from her. She could only decide to follow her orders.

She didn't dare disobey, so she could only grit her teeth and nod.

Even an experienced old technician from a foot massage shop wouldn't be able to work for four hours straight, let alone Mara, who was a newcomer.

Before half an hour had passed, Mara's hands were already numb, her waist aching, and her back hurting.

But Kloey didn't give her any opportunity to catch her breath. Instead, she kept punching and kicking Mara whenever Mara's movements slowed down, making Mara cry nonstop from the start.

Four hours had passed, and Mara was exhausted, with her whole body aching, both hands and arms sore to the point that she couldn't even lift them. Just as she was finishing massaging the last person, a prison guard walked over and knocked on the cell door, shouting in a cold tone: "Get ready for dinner, everyone! Line up immediately!" JrNovels.com