Cold metal walls, dim fluorescent lights, and the distant hum of security systems surrounded Natalie as she sat on her place. She was wearing a yellow jumpsuit, her hair a bit messy and her stomach growled in hunger.

A group of women sat around the corner staring at her. This made Natalie far uncomfortable. Especially the dark woman getting a massage from the others. Her stare was cold and dark like she was going to devour her any moment soon.

"Hey, woman!" She called causing Natalie to curse inwardly.

"You're the Mrs. Jefferson I do see on TV right?" the woman asked and Natalie frowned. This black bitch knows her?...