ny sense of warmth or humanity. Water droplets clung to the concret

otection against the biting cold. Ahead, a prison guard was shouting orders, forcing the exiled women to st

watched as it was thrown into the incinerator, turning to ashes along with Kenzie's designer shoes. She remained expressionless, but at that m

rison guard shouted, hitting t

austion and disbelief etched on her face. When it was her turn to go up to the table

uard, sneering. She threw a rough canvas pris

utting on that irritating fabric over her trembling body. Annetta stared at her mother-in-l

he bailiff ordered as A

r flesh. A thick chain connected her wrists to a heavy belt around her waist, severely restricting her movement. The same wa

outside," orde

th it freezing rain, rushed in. The storm was like a wall of dark, roaring water. Through the po

ards of glass. Nearby, Kristina stumbled in the mud. The heavy shackles made it difficult for her to keep her

, her voice breaking through the sound of the rain: "Get up, Kristina.

defibrillator, stimulating her nervous system. She gritted her teeth, grabbed th

ngs were taken away from her before she took a shower, including anything she could use to bandage her wounds. The wounds on her knuckles had been

placed Clara on her lap. The bus started