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As Kayla was driven to the death row in a cage, she still struggled to accept her situation. She couldn't believe that the judge had actually sentenced her to hang! Sure, she was caught red-handed with a shipment of drugs in the airport, but she cooperated with the investigation and pleaded guilty, just as her lawyer instructed her. He assured her that a long term of incarceration was the worst thing that could happen to her, so the judge's harsh ruling came off as a total surprise. Poor Kayla fainted when her interpreter translated the sentence to her, so she had to be brought to the courthouse's medical ward before she would be taken to her final destination.

As soon as she came back to her senses, she became hysterical, screamed and tried to fight the guards. This was a really bad idea, as they quickly wrestled the unruly convict to the floor and began beating her on her dirty soles with their batons. Only when she stopped screaming and begged for mercy did they release her and lead her to the transport cage that was waiting for her on the outside. Each step resonated with sharp pangs of pain in the girl's sore soles, but she had no one to blame for it but herself. Her feet would've been intact, were she a little bit more compliant.

For the entire duration of the ride Kayla couldn't stop crying. She was thinking about her upcoming hanging and trying in vain to come to terms with it. Yet her calm was shattered every time the horrible noose appeared in her thoughts. The poor girl couldn't believe that her sentence was real and they were really going to hang her by the neck like some medieval slut. In her home country capital punishment was a thing of the past, but in this exotic country it was the usual punishment for drug trafficking. She knew it full well when she made the decision to make some quick cash by smuggling drugs over the border, convinced that the dumb cops could never catch her. If only she knew how wrong she was. Now she was going to hang for her mistake.

It was only when her transport approached the prison gates that she finally calmed down and wiped off her tears. Together with a bunch of male convicts sentenced to death she was dragged off the bus and into the building housing the death row. Grim, dilapidated and built of cheap concrete lined with streaks of dirt, it resembled a giant gravestone. The exterior was exactly as unwelcoming as the interior, with rusty bars, peeling plaster and patches of mould everywhere. Poor Kayla couldn't believe that she would have to spend the remainder of her life in this miserable place.

Her impression of the death row became even worse when she was unceremoniously thrown into her cell. She had seen public toilets larger than it was, and rubbish heaps more hygienic. Its wall facing the corridor was replaced with iron bars, so that she could be monitored by the guards at all times, and the opposite wall had a tiny barred window in it. Kayla looked into it apprehensively, but recoiled immediately in shock. That blasted window faced the courtyard where the executions were conducted. At its far end there stood the gallows, towards which a pretty girl of roughly the same age as her was being dragged. There was no doubt that a hanging was in progress, and Kayla just couldn't force herself to watch it. She spent the remainder of the day crying and eventually cried herself to sleep.

The girl was puzzled when early in the morning a guard woke her up by poking her feet with his baton and dragged her outside. Surely it was far too early to execute her? But instead Kayla was loaded onto a prison bus with a bunch of other sad girls and driven into the town. It was only when she saw its first buildings on the horizon that she managed to put together what was going on. The bastards running the death row decided to put her to hard labour. It didn't matter to them that she was living the final months of her life, to them, she was just valuable workforce that they had no intention of wasting.

As Kayla had spent the entire previous year working in chains every day, the workload was broadly familiar to her. However, she was now forced to wear a shirt that said "DEATH ROW" both in the country's own language and in English. That made the hard labour exponentially more humiliating for poor Kayla, as she now became a common target for scorn and gawking. Tourists often stopped to point fingers at her and discuss her predicament in hushed tones. They either laughed at it or made shocked faces, which felt even worse to poor Kayla. On a couple of occasions they even took pictures of her with their phones, which almost caused the girl to faint from humiliation. She had never felt as degraded as on that day. What little remained of her dignity and social status was stomped in the dirt. How very tragic.

An entire year had gone by like this. Kayla spent the entirety of the day doing humiliating hard labour in the town, the local fields or the death row building, and was then taken to the canteen to eat the most disgusting slop she had ever seen. Although had she managed to learn a little of the country's language, she was never a very bright girl, and her fluency remained limited. What's more, many of the local girls resented her for her beauty and blonde hair. Because of this, she hadn't managed to make any friends and suffered from loneliness as much as she did from over-exhaustion, painful punishments and indigestion.

On some days, she even hoped for the hanging to come as quickly as possible to free her from this unspeakable misery, yet these thoughts always disappeared as soon as she saw the gallows in front of her. The noose became her worst nightmare, and she often woke up in the middle of the night clutching her slender neck with her hands, as if trying to protect it from the hempen rope's cruel coils. Yet in the long run she had no hope to save herself from its deadly touch. One day she would be dragged to the gallows like so many other young girls she had come to know, forced to put her head into the noose and be hanged by the neck. What an ignominious end for a young beauty like Kayla.

The girl thought herself ready for that day, but when push came to shove, it turned out that she was anything but. Two strong guards came into her cell, put a bag over her head and dragged her outside. She quickly realised that they were going to execute her, lost her composure and became hysterical. The guards did their best to ignore her whining, but when she began fighting them and trying to get away, they had to push her to the floor and strike her feet with their batons until she calmed down a little. It didn't take long for Kayla to recover from her outburst, and she immediately regretted it. Now she would be hanged with sore and beaten soles, which made her execution far more humiliating and less dignified. And she brought it all upon herself with her poor self-control.

She was very surprised when instead of the wooden steps of the gallows she felt the familiar metallic steps of the prison bus under her bare soles. Were they going to execute her in a different prison? Or, perhaps, they were going to hang her in public as a deterrent to other foreign drug traffickers? The thought that she could've been pardoned never even occurred to the stupid girl. And yet, this was exactly what happened. The battle for her life was long and intense. Her lawyer refused to give up on Kayla, mostly because of her strikingly good looks. He kept sending appeals to all judicial authorities, only to have them all rejected or even shredded outright. The authorities really wanted to see the cute Kayla hang.

It was only after the king himself refused to spare her life that the lawyer went to her country's embassy and asked the ambassador for help. He had little hope that this approach would work, yet it ended up saving Kayla's life in the end. It turned out that the ambassador's wife was actually friends with that of one of the judges on the supreme court. She took advantage of her connections to arrange a party for the judges and used this opportunity to plead Kayla's case to them. Touched by the lawyer's dedication to saving the girl's life, they eventually agreed to reduce her sentence to life imprisonment with hard labour. Of course, this was hardly a significant victory for Kayla, but at least she wouldn't hang shamefully in the noose like she was going to.

All of this happened without her knowing, as she was strictly forbidden from receiving visitors on the death row. It was only when she arrived at her new prison that she was finally allowed to meet with the lawyer, who told her everything. At first Kayla was so happy that she wanted to kiss her saviour through the bars. Yet the realisation soon dawned on her that she would still have to spend the rest of her life in the misery and humiliation of the local prison. A fate worse than death to some. Her cold demeanour almost made the lawyer regret taking such pains to save her, and so he didn't even try to reduce her sentence further in the end. Barefoot and chained, poor Kayla began serving her lifelong sentence of back-breaking labour without the slightest hope to ever see freedom again.
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