" The orderly is nearing the end of his rounds. I can hear his footsteps echoing in the hall and his ragged breathing. He’s a big man. I can smell his sweat. He’s checking on the inmate next door. It’ll be my turn next. He always saves me for last. I guess it’s because he’s scared of me. I don’t blame him. I’m scared of me, too. "

― Nancy A. Collins , Sunglasses After Dark (Sonja Blue, #1)