Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Chapter 240 Horror Prison

The dim light from outside came in faintly. So Winona could adapt to the darkness and see the scene.

In the shared room, everyone got up with their hands and heads hanging down. Winona could not see their expressions. But the surrounding air became cold for no reason, and those people looked like zombies in the doomsday.

Winona seemed to be choked by someone. She wanted to scream but could not. Her eyes were full of panic.

What do they want to do? Did Anthony bribe everyone in my cell to hit me to death at night?

At this moment, someone took a step.

Creak! This time, it was not the sound of turning over but the sound of bones grinding.

They were silent while walking, and the sound of creaking continued.

Winona tried to scream again but still could not make a sound. She inadvertently looked at the feet of one of them and suddenly found that the person was tiptoeing, just like Jean in the daytime. She was walking with her thumbs!

Winona’s pupils shrank sharply, and when she looked around, all the people were in this posture! Her eyes were full of fear, and at this moment, those people rushed over and bit her neck one by one!

“No! Don’t come here… Don’t…” Winona screamed and rolled over from the bed.

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Suddenly, the zombie cellmates who had torn her flesh and blood stared at her. The cellmate closest to her slapped her face. “It’s midnight! What are you screaming for? You’re so noisy!”

Winona covered her face with tears in her eyes. “Sorry…

Living here for so long, Winona had long obeyed her fierce cellmates.

Winona’s apology was not forgiven, and a strong woman who slept in the best position shouted, “Drag her to the toilet! Close the door!”

woman who slapped Winona immediately grabbed Winona’s hair and dragged her to the

her heart. Sure enough,

not open it. Soon, she found the balcony door was also closed.

She just

all Jean’s fault for scaring me!

smelly. She was the one who cleaned it since she came. But she was too lazy to clean it. So she always cleaned it hastily, but now

of filth.

she pressed the flush button, but the

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so she could not even cover it!

the door!” Winona yelled.

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so angry that she wanted to cry. How can I be so unlucky?

the door. Winona quickly asked, “Who is it? Let

It seemed like she was standing at the door. Winona could only

Can you open the door

thought it was Amber Mitchell, the kindest cellinate in the cell, but

was suddenly

Amber! Who would that be? Why does she stand

it?” Winona

It was like the sound of fingernails

screamed in fright, “Please! Open the

the sound outside the door stopped

door crack and tried to see who was outside. Suddenly, an eye slammed up and met her from the

face turned pale, and she screamed for help, but no

dreaming… I must be dreaming…” Winona got up from the toilet. Her stomach was cramped

flowed to the ground and turned

and she was too stiff to raise

voice