They rushed in like wolves and tigers, stabbing at Octavia Pas with all their strength!
Puchi puchi...
The struggling Octavia wanted to scream, but her voice was choked, her entire face starting to turn pale, with more than twenty stabs on her body, finally...
Dead!
"She's not moving, not moving, quickly, quickly cut off her head." One of the female prisoners drenched to the skin shouted, and the toothbrush fiercely stabbed into Octavia Pas's neck, then forcibly ripped open...
Crunch crunch...
Blood spurted out, splattering all three of them with the stench.
Yet these three were not slow with their hands and feet, clearly, this wasn't their first time doing this.
With a swipe across the neck, the skin and flesh were torn open, the blood washed by the shower water flowed out to the toilet and the cell outside, and they smeared a prepared bag of dung on Octavia Pas's face!
Then hung it on the toilet door!
