Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 8 He’s Not Granting Her Clemency

put it into Deirdre’s mouth. She fought, gagging to stop it from going down her throat. The inmate had difficulty carrying out her given order, which exasperated the leader. She jabbed her leg into Deirdre’s stomach, paralyzing her with pain and pushing the pill down her throat.  “Hey! Do you remember what else Mr. Brighthall said?” a short-haired woman whose role was to hold Deirdre’s arm in place chirped. She winked at the leader. “He said she doesn’t deserve to have a face like that, ‘member? If she’s gonna live, she should live with something that fits… her level of hideousness! So, what do you say we make that happen right now too?” The leader reeled in realization. She reached under her pillow and produced a large glass shard. “Damn straight,” she agreed, her lips twisting into a lopsided smile. “This is a f*cking murderer we have here, ladies! A murderer shouldn’t look remotely like—this!” A new shot of pain erupted in Deirdre’s stomach. It ate so deeply into her that she arched her back instinctively— Then, new, sharper pain came, tearing through Deirdre’s face. The women were drawing—the shard