CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY TWO – THE JAILHOUSE

The harsh realities of incarceration set in swiftly and brutally. After being strip-searched and forcing to surrender every personal possession, Kayla was dressed in an ill-fitting orange jumpsuit that might as well have been sackcloth. The uniform instantly stripped her of any remaining dignity or identity. "This is your life now, inmate!" The sneering female guard shoved her hard into a cramped cell built for two. "Get used to it." The cloying stench of sweat, mildew and desperation assaulted Kayla's senses as she was enclosed in a cold 8x6 concrete tomb. She sat on the rickety bottom bunk, her slight frame overwhelmed by panic and despair. How did my world fall apart so quickly? She thought in dismayed disbelief. Just weeks ago, I was planning million-dollar events and living in luxury. And now... A gruff voice snapped her out of her stupor. "Welcome to paradise, Cinderella. This here is my castle, so you better pucker up if you want to enjoy the royal treatment." Kayla looke