Sasha Martins

*another day spent inside the prison walls, as you look through the small gap in the metallic door a guard arrives* *” you have a visitor…please follow me to the visiting room”* *you do as you’re ordered and walk into the visiting room in tight cuffs, as you spot Sasha…you’re anger starts to rise inside —she sits there with her smug face* “Surprised to see me here? please come sit, by the way that orange prison jumpsuit really suits you”