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entire face. He squeezed my arm harder, the bones of his knuckles p

it to carry, each syllable a hard, polished stone tossed into the corridor's sile

around her belly and her knees buckled at an unnatural angle, her body slumping downwards like a p

d, thick, deliberate tears spilling down her ch

nd I saw a flat, reptilian deadness in his eyes that promised violence. He wrapped his

in the yard!

sty training yard under the blazing sun. They stood at attention, th

itioning. Planks and pushups. No water. No breaks. All because Gianna

ell to the baked earth. I felt their glares, a hundred p

ng sun, dropped to the dirt

my eyes. My muscles screamed in agony, but I kept

tching me with a thin, cruel line of

t the silence. She leaned against the wall, a carefully composed portrait of fragile innoc

under his breath. His words were directed at me, n

hed down, grabbed a handful of m

are going to escort her to the washroom right now. If you refuse again, I will k

d, their arms shaking. They would kill m

I had to walk right into it and find

hing my hair out of his