Marga felt like dying as she lay on the cold floor, her body was covered with bruises. One could hardly recognize her face, blood was dripping from her wrist, and it was pierced with broken glasses.

"Margaret!" One of the officers call. She struggled to get up, but she felt too weak to do that.

"Margaret! Wake up, you have a visitor," she said but her body felt weak. The officer opened the door and stepped into the cell, she tap but there was still no response.

"What happened here? Why does she look like this?" The officer asked her inmates but they kept mute.

"Are you guys deaf!" She...