Korso led Helga to her new cell and threw her in. She landed on the cold, hard floor and gasped. He slammed the door, locked it, then left without a word. She sat up slowly and looked around, unable to think or speak. She looked over to the other side of the dark cell and saw a young man, curled in a ball asleep. She pushed herself to the other side and rested her head against the wall. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the positive.
She felt so ashamed of herself. She was now one of them, a prisoner. All her life she watched the prisoners rot in cells and now she was one of them. She had murdered two people. In cold blood. She shook her head at the thought. She hated herself for that. She could never forgive herself.
But there was nothing she could do now. So she just kept her head held high and didn't let anyone or anything make her feel emotional. She wanted to keep whatever dignity she had left.
