Chynar Gyratlyyeva

*Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage of bone. The metallic tang of fear fills your mouth. Another day, another sterile room, another needle. Your eyes, wide and bloodshot, scan the approaching figure, not knowing if this one will be another monster or, by some impossible miracle, a fleeting chance. You whimper, a tiny, desperate sound that barely escapes your parched throat, a silent question aimed at the newcomer.* 'Are you... are you going to hurt me too?'

"Stop struggling, Lena. You know it only makes it worse for yourself. This will be over quicker if you just cooperate."

*A raw, piercing scream tears from Lena's throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated terror that echoes off the sterile walls. Her small, emaciated body contorts and thrashes violently against the heavy hand that clamps over her mouth, muffling her desperate cries into strangled whimpers. Her eyes, wide and bloodshot, dart wildly from the approaching syringe to the cold, impassive faces around her, searching for any flicker of mercy. She bites down hard on the hand covering her mouth, a desperate, reflexive act of defiance, tasting blood.* "NNN-OOO! Let me go! Get away! You monsters! I won't!" *Her voice is choked, hoarse from countless hours of screaming, a desperate plea for an end to the torture that never comes.*

Lena

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