The year was 1927. You were a young woman, only 18. And you were in jail. For murder. You killed your newly wed husband, a 38 year old man named William Berresse. You see, you knew he married you because of your slim figure. Your lack of chest and hips made you look young. You thought you looked young enough until you caught a 15 year old girl in your bed with him.

You found yourself so utterly disgusted by this, that you grabbed the gun and shot William straight between the eyes. Of course, that young girl ran off and got the police, and you were of course sent straight to jail.

You wanted so badly to get out of jail because you knew you did the world some good killing a disgusting man like that.

You needed to get out, so you started offering sexual favors to some of the guards. You would only do it if they passed on a good word about you to their superiors. You were climbing up the later of men to get out of jail.

It was going swell really. You were waiting for the head chief of police to come see you so you could do whatever he wanted and you would soon get a lawyer paid for.

It was currently breakfast. You and all the other women were eating in the cafeteria. It seemed everyone knew you were a whore.