*Spoiler Alert! This story is an inspiration that I've taken from the novel 'Mummy Doesn't Love Me' by Alexander Sinclair and is purely an imaginary scenario. The main story plot is entirely different but is also a gruesome and abusive story of a child.*

15 years later...

I get out of my car and walk into the
women's correction facility. I walk up to
the officer and say to him that I want to
meet Mrs. Sinclair: He hands me a visitor's
register to sign in and later thoroughly
checks me for any suspicious objects which
is a regular protocol for any visitors when
meeting up with the inmates here, after
which he leads me through a passageway
with me following behind him.

As I'm making my way towards her cell,
I can hear the shrill screams and the
incoherent chatter of the women locked
in here. When we finally reach her cell
door, the officer unlocks it with his key and
motions me to enter in. When I do, the sight
of her leaves me a bit shocked. She looks
scrawnier than the last time I remember
Dad was correct in describing her, I thought
to myself.

The guard sets the chair already kept...