What was I hiding? I couldn't say. First, I had to undergo a body search. It was self-defense. I had been living happily with my beloved husband, and I thought it would last forever. But at some point, I became plagued by domestic violence. Then, before I knew it, my husband lay dead beside me. "Inmate 6"—that's my name now. Here, I'm nothing more than a number. Waiting for me were relentless torments from the female inmates and lewd acts by the male guards. Unable to resist, I was repeatedly raped under the guise of interrogation, violated all over my body. Even behind iron bars, I was assaulted day after day. It was a living hell. But if I wanted to survive, I had no choice but to obey...