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... ill kill her," every few seconds like a broken prayer. Her voice was soft but unwavering—obsessive, looped, mechanical.
A loud crack echoed through the cell block as a female guard slammed her baton against the bars.
"Marianna Allen."
No response.
The guard’s brow furrowed. "Hey, you deaf or just playing psycho again?"
Still nothing.
With an irritated snarl, the guard struck the bars so hard the steel vibrated, the sound ricocheting down the hall a ...
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