Chapter 20B

Monica's pov

*While in exile*

I turned my head to see who was talking, and as soon as I saw who it was, I was filled with smiles.

It was my friend Ak-307, and I needed her now more than ever; she had already been given her own plate of food, and she has now come to join me in the dining room.

"Yes, sit down, friend. Who will sit with me again?" I said to her.

"Sure," she says as she slowly sits down on the bench. It was one of the only things that I would want.

Seeing my friend near me and with me "How is the food, Ak-407?" she asked me.

I turned and looked at the half-malnourished food on my table; it was the worst delicacy I had ever seen.

"It is not good; please, is it spoiled food?" I said to her.

She let out a very soft smile at me when she heard those words. She was not surprised, though, because that would be how the first-timers in the black market would feel when they first arrived in the prison cell.

"No, dear. It's actually the food we get here. We have no option but to ea