You Hit My Heart
Chapter 212

Inside the detention center.

Near the early hours of the morning, there was silence all around.During the day, Lauren did not bother Joyce again, and everyone wasat peace for the time being.

Inside the cell, the others had long gone to sleep, and Joyce had alsofallen asleep.

Vicki faintly heard the sound of a key turning from the gate, she hadalways been alert and she never slept too deeply, so the slightestsound could alarm her. Her eyes snapped open, the surroundings wereextremely dark, but she was used to seeing things in the dark.

Vicki vaguely saw that it was a female prison guard, stout and, on ahunch, not the one who was normally running this place. The late nightvisit could only for one purpose, the newcomer Joyce.

During the day, she had her cellmates change beds, and Joyce wasmoved to the bunk next to her.

Vicki gently rolled over and got up, nudging Joyce in her sleep.

Joyce had been practicing shooting since childhood. Although not asalert as Vicki, she was also very sensitive to sounds.

She immediately woke up and her body moved slightly.

Vicki put a finger between her lips and makes a "shhh!" sound.

Joyce immediately understood. She also noticed that a female prisonguard had just opened the chains of the iron door and was approachingher.

“It's quite abnormal. If you're called out, you deal with it first and I'll seewhat happens.” Vicki shut up and then quickly returned to her bunk andpretended to sleep. There is no shortage of such dark hands reachingout in the detention center, taking suspects away in the middle of thenight, raiding them for interrogation, or torturing them and sending themback half dead.

The female prison guard came to Joyce's side, lifted her foot andkicked Joyce, saying nonchalantly, "Wake up."

She hit hard and kicked Joyce in the shoulder.

Joyce pretended to have just woken up, rubbed her eyes, lookedaround, and asked, "Madam, what's wrong?"

"Someone wants to see you, come out with me." The female prisonguard lowered her voice and said, "Keep your voice down, don't disturbothers."

"Oh." Joyce sat up, put on her coat, and followed the female guard outof the cell.

The female guard locked the cell door back up before she left.

There was only a window on the roof in the gloomy detention center,and not a single beam of light could get into the darkness of the night.The wind seemed to be blowing outside, whistling around in the emptydetention center wildly, making a gruesome sound.

Joyce followed the female guard all the way forward. She lookedaround, and found that this was not the way to the parlor. She went onand on, and Joyce asked alertly, "Where are we going? Who would askto see me this late at night?"

The prison guard turned around and revealed a creepy, eerie smile.“You'll know when you get there."

Joyce felt bad inside her heart, but the prison guard in front of her,except for her stout body, did not look wrong, her uniform and shoulderpatch were alright, it could not be fake. And there is surveillance all theway, she wondered what she wanted to do?

The prison guard took Joyce to the room at the end of the corner.Then, the prison guard gave her a sharp push from behind and pushedJoyce inside.

The room was dark inside with no windows, and a pungent musty smellwas all around the place. It looked just like no one had been there for along time.

Joyce immediately understood that there must be a problem. Sheturned to run, but the guard's strong body blocked the door. Shesneered and locked the door behind her.

“You don't think I would just let you go, right?" The voice was eerie andterrifying.

The prison guard lit a lamp next to her hand. Because no one had everused it for a long time, the bulb gave a faint yellowish light and full ofdirt. The light cast upon the surrounding rudimentary furniture, draggingout narrow black shadows on the floor, to the darkness of the chamber,making the whole thing even more horrifying.