Gwen found herself in the center of an investigation she had no willing consent to be a part of. She was forced to endure strip searches, interrogations, and lectures-all having been done with vile force in the prison system. The only comfort she had was that of a horizontal cot suspended to the wall by unsturdy poles that made it difficult to stretch out at full width without being cut by the posts. The sound of other prisoners pissing and moaning had allowed her a new soundtrack for the day in which she was able to almost keep down to a ‘t’. She tried to find entertainment in small things to make the time go by faster until she would be told by a correctional officer or a lawyer on what the plan for her life would be following this imprisonment. But she was only forced in this cell with
