My Husband Secretly Played Daddy to His Mistress's Kid?Time to Destroy Them For My Daughter! - Chapter 88: Chapter 88

Two female correctional officer dragged Gina through the prison gates, her designer heels were long gone.
She was barefoot, her dress ripped to shreds, showing off the purple bruises covering her arms.
Her once-perfect curls were now a tangled rat's nest, and her cheek still had the purple mark from Gideon's slap.
"Name." The officer behind the bars didn't even look up.
"Gina Vale." Her voice sounded like she'd been gargling broken glass.
The officer finally glanced up, eyes scanning her from head to toe, then smirked. "Oh right, you're the one Mr. Alden specifically asked us to 'take extra good care of.'"
The way she said "take extra good care of" made all the other officer exchange knowing looks.
Gina's whole body shook. She should've seen this coming.
Gideon wasn't gonna let her off easy.
The torture in that basement was just the warm-up. The real hell was about to begin.
"Get moving." The guard hit a button and the heavy iron door slowly creaked open.
Wolf whistles and nasty laughter echoed from down the hall. Gina's legs felt like concrete blocks.
"Move it!" The guard behind her shoved hard.
Gina stumbled into the cell block and immediately felt a dozen pairs of predatory eyes lock onto her.
These women looked like they could snap her in half—some had knife scars across their faces, others were built like linebackers, all staring at her like she was fresh meat.
"Well, well, fresh blood." A woman who had to be pushing six feet tall stepped forward, her thick fingers tilting up Gina's chin. "Aren't you a pretty little thing."
Gina forced a terrified smile. "Hi... nice to meet you..."
*SMACK!*
The backhand sent Gina stumbling into the metal bars.
"Who said you could talk to me?" The big woman grabbed a fistful of Gina's hair. "Word is you killed some old master from the Alden family. That's pretty fucking crazy!"
Gina shook her head frantically. "No! It wasn't me! I was set up!"
"Bullshit." The woman looked back at her crew. "Ladies, let's teach princess here some manners."
The next thirty minutes were the longest of Gina's life.
They held her down while ripping out chunks of her hair;
Slammed her fingers in the cell door until her nails ripped off—the pain was so bad she almost blacked out;
Carved up her face with broken glass, blood dripping onto her prison uniform.
The worst part was every time she was about to pass out, they'd dump ice water on her to keep her conscious for more.
"Please... I'm begging you... stop..." Gina was curled up in the corner, her voice totally shot.
"Stop?" The big woman crouched down and ripped open her shirt. "Mr. Alden said as long as we don't kill you, anything goes."
Gina's eyes went wide with terror.
When night finally came, the cell block got quiet for a bit.
Gina was thrown onto the bottom bunk in the corner, every inch of her body screaming in pain. She tried to roll over carefully, but heard this creepy laugh from the top bunk.
"Having trouble sleeping?" some scratchy voice asked. "Relax, princess. Today was just your welcome party."
Gina bit her lip and didn't dare respond.
In the darkness, she could feel dozens of eyes watching her like a pack of hyenas waiting to strike.
Next morning when the harsh buzzer went off, Gina hadn't slept a wink.
She dragged her beaten body to the wash station, and the second she cupped some water, someone shoved her hard from behind, smashing her face into the sink edge.
"Oops, my bad." The woman who pushed her gave a fake apology. "Butterfingers."
At breakfast, they knocked her tray to the floor.
In the laundry room, they locked her in the steam-filled space until she almost suffocated;
Even in the bathroom, someone would dump freezing water on her from the stall above.
Every single day, the torment got more creative.