Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 337: Chapter 337

"Does seeing me like this make you happy? I was the one who saved your life, and this is how you treat me?" Stella shot back.
Suddenly, her hands clamped tightly around his neck, choking off his breath. Monroe wanted to beg her for mercy, but her eyes were terrifying, as if she were ready to take him with her to the grave.
Just when he thought he was about to die, he jolted awake. He looked around his familiar room, but the dream was still crystal clear in his mind.
He thought, 'Why? Why would I have a dream like that? In the dream, Stella said she saved my life, but it was Anna who saved me.
'There's no way I can be wrong about that. Is it because the two of them look so much alike?'
Monroe picked up his phone and called someone he knew. "How's Stella doing in there?" he asked.
The person said, "Don't worry, Mr. Johnson. Everything's going just like you ordered. We've got people 'taking care' of her. Anyone who dares to cross you, we make sure they suffer. She won't have an easy time.
"But seriously, there's even another group after her now. She must have done something unforgivable, right? Otherwise, why would everyone want her dead?"
Monroe was stunned. "What? There's another group after her?"
The person said, "Yeah, you didn't know? In our prison, there are two rival gangs in the women's section. They're always at each other's throats.
"Usually, when a new girl comes in, both sides try to mess with her. But after a while, it just turns into a contest to see who can get her to join their gang.
"But with Stella, both groups are out to abuse her. With how tiny she is, I doubt she'll last a few days. I'll definitely let you know if there's any good news."
Monroe didn't say a word. From the other guy's perspective, Monroe was totally on board with all this.
Monroe hung up, feeling a weird, gnawing unease. He'd never been this ruthless to a woman before. If it weren't for Anna, he wouldn't have done it.
He thought, 'Anna is the woman I love, and Stella actually tried to hurt Anna that way. I haven't done anything wrong, really.'
It was still dark in prison. Stella had barely closed her eyes when someone suddenly dragged her up. A bucket of cold water was poured right over her, snapping her completely awake.
"Well, well, I guess we didn't rough you up enough last night if you could still sleep. Looks like we need to try a little harder," one of the women sneered.
She gave Stella a mocking slap across the face, and then another woman handed her a pair of scissors.
The first woman took them and grinned, "I heard your hair only just grew back after the last incident. Tsk, tsk. Wonder what you'll look like if we chop it all off again?"
This wasn't the first time Stella had been through something like this, so she knew better than to beg for mercy.
She gave a cold, mocking sneer and said, "You better pray I never get out of here. I always pay back every slight, no matter how small. Go ahead, take their money and do whatever you want to me now.
"But once I'm out, I'll make sure your lives here turn into a living hell."
That woman burst out laughing. "Oh, threatening me, are you? You really think you can get out of here? Word is, you pissed off some seriously dangerous people on the outside.
"The two top dogs in this place have always hated each other, but because of you, they actually teamed up just to go after you.
"Most of us have been stuck in here eight, ten years or more, and we've never seen anything like this. Usually, if you cross one crew, your life turns to hell. But you? You got both sides coming for you at once.
"Don't blame us, though. We're just trying to survive in here, same as everyone else."
With that, she yanked a fistful of Stella's hair and hacked it off without mercy. The pain made tears spring to Stella's eyes, a raw, physical reaction she couldn't control.