Chapter 7 Chapter Seven If Tomorrow Comes

Time has lost its meaning.There was no light in the dungeon, so there was no difference between day and night, and she had no way of knowing how long she had been held in solitary confinement.Every once in a while someone would stuff cold meals through the narrow opening under the door.Tracy had no appetite at all, but she forced herself to eat everything.You have to eat, or you can't live here.Now she understood the meaning of this sentence.Tracy knew she had to muster every ounce of energy to make her plans come true.Anyone would think that she was in a desperate situation: she was in prison for fifteen years, with no money, no friends, and no way out of her fate.However, in the depths of her heart, there is inexhaustible power.I'm going to live, Tracy thought.I face the enemy naked, and my courage is my shield.She wants to live tenaciously like her ancestors.She was a mixture of English, Irish and Scots blood, and she inherited the best qualities of her ancestors-intelligence, courage and perseverance.My ancestors did not succumb to hunger, plague, and flood, and I will not sit idly by in adversity.In this hellish prison she was accompanied by her ancestors: the shepherds, the hunters, the farmers, the shopkeepers, the doctors, the teachers.The ghosts of ancestors and ancestors gathered on her body.In the darkness, Tracy said softly: I will never let you down.

She starts planning her escape. Tracy knew that the first thing she had to do was regain her strength.The dungeons are too cramped for running and jumping, but there's room for Tai Chi.Tai Chi has a history of thousands of years, and it is a sport used by warriors to train their troops before war.This kind of punch does not require a large area, but it can activate every muscle in the whole body.Tracy stood up for the first few moves.Each action has a name, representing a symbolic meaning.She first performed a brave "Subduing Demons", and then a soft "Holding the Moon in Her Arms".Every move is smooth, elegant, and quite slow.Every movement originates from Dantian, which is the center of the mind, and all movements are circular.Tracy seemed to hear the master's instruction: lift up the qi, the qi is the vitality in the body, when the qi first comes, it is as heavy as Mount Tai, and gradually becomes as light as a feather.Tracy could feel the qi flowing through her fingers, and she tried her best to block out distracting thoughts until all her mind was concentrated on the body moving in the eternal move.

Holding the bird's tail in one hand, the white crane spreading its wings, chasing the ape backwards, facing the tiger with its body, moving slowly with clouds in its hands, the white snake descends, stepping back and stepping over the tiger, bending the bow to shoot the tiger, closing the momentum and gathering energy, and returning the energy to the dantian. The whole set of punches takes an hour.After boxing practice, Tracy was exhausted.Every morning and afternoon, she would practice boxing again, and her body finally became sensitive and strong. When Tracy wasn't boxing, she was training her heart.She sat in the dark, calculating complex mathematical equations in her head, simulating operating the bank's computer, reciting poems, and silently reciting the lines of the characters she played in college.She takes things so seriously that if she's given a role with a certain accent, she learns it weeks before she goes on the show.Once, a star seeker offered to invite her to audition in Hollywood. "Thanks. But I don't want to have a stage career, that's not my ambition," Tracy told the man.

Charles said: You made the headlines in the Philadelphia Journal this morning. Tracy decided not to think about Charles.Certain doors in the mind must now be closed. She plays the game of being a teacher alone and finds three absolutely unreasonable students. Godmother ants distinguish between Catholics and Protestants. Teach the bees that the earth revolves around the sun. Teach a kitten to distinguish certainisms from Western democracies. However, what she thought about most was how to eliminate her enemies one by one.She remembers playing a game when she was a child: raise one hand to the sky, and you can block the sun.Tracy's enemies had used this against her.They held up a hand, covering Tracy's fate in darkness.

Tracy didn't know how many prisoners this dungeon had subdued.It doesn't have much to do with her. On the seventh day, when the cell door was opened, the sudden light blinded her eyes.A guard stood outside the door. "Get up. Take you back upstairs." He reached out to give her a hand, but was surprised to see Tracy standing up effortlessly and walking out of the cell without support.Previously, when he released prisoners from the dungeons of solitary confinement, they had been dispirited or resentful.This female prisoner was different.She had a dignified bearing, a confidence rare among prisoners.Tracy stood in the light, letting her eyes adjust.This girl is so handsome, thought the guard.Give her a good wash, so that she looks stylish wherever she takes it.To reward her with some sweetness must be to let her do whatever she wants.

He said aloud, "A pretty girl like you doesn't deserve it. Be my friend, and you'll never have to suffer like this again." Tracy turned to face him.When he saw Tracy's eyes, he immediately dismissed his previous idea. The guard escorted Tracy upstairs to a female guard. The female guard sniffed: "God, you stink, go take a shower. This clothes must be burned." It's nice to shower with cold water.Tracy shampooed her hair, put on a strong alkaline soap, and scrubbed her body carefully. When she dried herself and changed her clothes, the female guard was waiting for her. "The warden wants to see you."

The last time she heard that, she thought she was about to be released.Now she would never be so naive again. Warden Brannigan was standing by the window when Tracy entered the office.He turned to her and said, "Sit down, please." Tracy sat down. "I was in Washington for a meeting and just got back this morning and saw the report on the matter. You should not be in solitary confinement." She sat there looking at him with a cold expression on her face. The warden glanced at the papers on the table. "According to this report, your roommate committed sexual violence against you."

"No, sir." Warden Brannigan nodded understandingly. "I know you're scared, but I can't allow prisoners to dominate in this prison. I want to punish those who bullied you, but I need you to testify. I promise you will not be harmed. Tell me now, in the end Who should be held accountable for what happened?" Tracy stared into his eyes. "It's my fault. I fell out of bed." The warden studied her for a long time.Tracy could see the disappointment on his face. "Is that true?" "Yes, sir." "Won't you change your mind?"

"No, sir." Warden Brannigan sighed. "Well, now that you've made up your mind. I'm going to move you to another cell, where..." "I don't want to change places." The superintendent looked at her in astonishment. "You mean, you want to go back to the original cell?" "Yes, sir." He was puzzled.Maybe he misunderstood her as a person, maybe she caused the trouble herself.God knows what these female prisoners are thinking and doing.He wanted to be transferred to a manageable prison for men of sound mind, but his wife and young daughter Amy liked it here.The family lived in a fancy cottage surrounded by beautiful fields.Wife and daughter felt like living in a country house, while he himself had to deal with crazy women twenty-four hours a day.

The warden looked at the young woman sitting in front of him and said awkwardly, "Alright then. Be careful in the future." "Yes, sir." Returning to the original cell required the utmost perseverance.As soon as she stepped into the cell, the terrifying scene appeared in front of her eyes, making her heart shudder.The female prisoners in the same room all went to work.Tracy lay on her bunk, staring at the ceiling, thinking.She reached under the bunk and pried an iron bar from the bed frame.She hid the iron bars under the mattress.When the lunch bell rang at eleven o'clock in the morning, she was the first in line in the corridor.

In the cafeteria Polita and Lola sat at a table near the door.Ernestine Littlechap was away. Tracy picked a table full of strangers, sat down and ate all the unappetizing food on the plate.In the afternoon she was alone in the cell.At 2:45, all three of her roommates came back. Seeing Tracy, Polita grinned in surprise. "Come back to us again, little beauty? It's nice that we serve you like last time, don't you?" "Okay, the fun is yet to come," said Lola. Tracy didn't seem to hear their taunts at all.She thought about the black woman. Tracy had returned to this cell for Ernestine Littlechap.Tracy didn't trust her, absolutely not, but Tracy needed her. I have to teach you, dear.Ernestine Littlechap is our chief... That night, when the bell was about to ring fifteen minutes before lights-out, Tracy got out of bed and undressed.This time she was no longer secretive.She took off all her clothes.The Mexican woman gave a long whistle softly, admiring Tracy's round breasts, slender calves and pink thighs.Lola's breath came quickly.Tracy put on her nightgown and slept on the bunk.The lights went out and the cell was dark. Thirty minutes passed.Tracy lay in the dark, listening to the breathing of her roommates. On the other side of the cell, Polita said softly, "I want you to try something real tonight. Take off your pajamas, baby." "We want to teach you something until you learn it." Lola giggled. Still the black woman didn't say a word.As Lola and Polita came running, Tracy felt a gust of wind from them.Tracy had been prepared.She raised the iron bar hidden in her hand, swung it vigorously, and hit a roommate in the face.Someone screamed in pain.Tracy kicked the other figure and saw her fall to the ground. "If you come here again, I'll kill you," Tracy said. "Bitch!" When Tracy heard them approaching again, she raised the iron bar in her hand. Suddenly Ernestine's voice came from the darkness. "Enough, don't provoke her." "Erne, I'm bleeding. I have to teach her a lesson." "Do as I say!" There was a long silence in the room.Tracy heard the two women panting back to their bunks.Tracy lay tense, waiting for another attack from them. Ernestine Littlechap said, "You've got a lot of guts, baby." Tracy said nothing. "You didn't complain to the warden." Ernestine smiled softly in the dark. "If you file a complaint, you won't be alive now." Tracy took her word for it. "Why don't you let the warden transfer you to another cell?" It seemed that she knew even such details. "I want to come back here." "Oh? Why?" asked Ernestine Littlechap doubtfully. This was the moment Tracy had been waiting for. "You will help me escape from prison."