Fire of Vengeance

Some nightmares do not halt, they keep replaying till you lose your sanity. I have no idea what else I'm gonna do at this juncture of my life. Is my life even mine? I can't feel it is. What am I gonna do to be free? Free as a bird from this shackle?
I am Hailey Brown, I reside in Chicago. I lay on a bare fluffy floor warping my fragile legs and twitching like a leaf. My tummy was agonizing badly and I could feel my intestines getting devoured as if a clump of rats were gnawing them. I let out an audible sigh. It's not the first time I have been in extreme distress.
My eyes bulged looking somber, my lips, parched.
I heard the bars of the cell I was in, clattering. It was the jail guard. He has arrived again to invite me to go work on the field as well as with the inmates. The clattering slammed my ears and I attempted to rise to my feet I felt so dizzy that my head commenced spinning, but I still attempted to waddle frightened I was going to get whacked or dragged out forcefully. The guards in the jail are quite brutal like soldiers, a few of them have mistreated me a few times hence, the awful bruises and spots on my arms and legs.
I was almost arriving at the bars and I weakly plopped to the floor conk out.
Hours hastily departed. Munroe Jackson, my husband, he is running for governor. He relaxed on the bottom of his bed in only a pair of shorts. His hairy puffy chest was disclosed and his hips were as well.
Samantha, my half-sister hopped on the bed in only a bra and a pant. She crawled towards Munroe giggling noisily and wrapping her smooth arms around his chest like an anaconda grasping its prey.
Munroe's phone beeped noisily and he tugged it from his pants on the bed. He peeked at the screen and he saw it was one of his minions dialing and he answered the call.
"What news do you have for me?" Munroe sniffed.
"it is done boss, she's now six feet under." replied, the jail guard.
Munroe had disbursed to a few guards in prison to have me killed. He wanted me gone so he can successfully be elected governor. Eight months after I gave birth to our daughter, Bella, I unearthed that he runs an illegal drug trafficking business and is a member of a syndicate. Not only that, he smuggles arms and grenades out of the country.
Munroe comprehended I won't take that sitting down and he had me framed for possessing drugs. I had no evidence to back me in court and though I kept blurting to the judge and members of the courtroom, that Munroe is a drug lord, no one gave attention to my voice and my sentence was heightened accused of slander.
The jail guards had brought me to a forest at midnight wrapped in a sack and they threw my body inside a hole which they dug and buried me alive.