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The rusting white van forced its way down the cracked highway leading to Jericho prison. The van had been retrofitted with a metal cage in the back, a makeshift cell for transporting prisoners.
Inside, a women sat with her head lowered, the cuffs on her wrists and ankles chained to a ring between her legs, clattering loudly with every vibration of the van. Without seat belts, she jostled around helplessly.
Tricia Wells, a tall lanky blonde woman in her early 30s, occasionally looked up from the metal floor to see if she could recognize anything through the dirty windshield at the front of the van. Nothing. She wondered how this could be happening to her. The trial had been a joke, her lawyers had continued to drop the ball, and now an innocent woman was going to spend five years of her life behind bars!
She had been in this van for hours, without air conditioning, sweat was trickling down her body. The men up front hadn't offered even a sip of water. She wished she could remove her jacket at least. She never imagined she would be happy to see the prison gates.
Inside, a women sat with her head lowered, the cuffs on her wrists and ankles chained to a ring between her legs, clattering loudly with every vibration of the van. Without seat belts, she jostled around helplessly.
Tricia Wells, a tall lanky blonde woman in her early 30s, occasionally looked up from the metal floor to see if she could recognize anything through the dirty windshield at the front of the van. Nothing. She wondered how this could be happening to her. The trial had been a joke, her lawyers had continued to drop the ball, and now an innocent woman was going to spend five years of her life behind bars!
She had been in this van for hours, without air conditioning, sweat was trickling down her body. The men up front hadn't offered even a sip of water. She wished she could remove her jacket at least. She never imagined she would be happy to see the prison gates.