Silence

Silence settled in the cell. With a satisfied eyebrow raised, Lucille enumerated, "Since there's no dissent, do me a favor and tidy up my bed. And make it squeaky clean." Silence spread through the cell. The female prisoners exchanged glances, and, obeying their new master, they tidied up the iron bed where Lucille had slept, making sure it was spotless. Lucille walked confidently toward the clean bed. Her previous memories in the prison guided her steps so well that even at the edge of the water pool, she didn't hesitate for a second. In the entire cell, holding around ten people, no one noticed that Lucille was blind. Of course, even if they had, what could they do about it? They couldn’t beat her anyway. … Meanwhile, at the entrance of the prison. A black luxury car pulled up and stopped. The car window rolled down. The man in the back seat exuded a cold, noble, and oppressive aura, heightening the air of danger and mystery. It was Joseph. Upon hearing that Lucille had been taken to