The cell door clanked shut behind her, the sound echoing like a tomb sealing. Mia didn’t flinch. She refused. She had been practicing. Getting good at not flinching. Not when the world yelled at her. Not when they yanked her by the chain. Not when orders snapped in the air like whips. Not even when bruises bloomed across her ribs like spilled ink. She had been breaking, rebuilding, breaking again, and now, she had learned to stand still through it all. The pain had become a rhythm, a metronome in her chest. A counting device for survival. She measured herself in breaths, in heartbeats, in the quiet moments between the shouts. The other girls barely looked at her anymore. She had risen in the hierarchy of pain: too pretty to pity, too valuable to befriend. Too dangerous to underestimate. Except for Anna. And one of the newer girls. Her name was Kat. Maybe Katherine. Maybe not. She was nineteen, pale, brittle-boned, and looked like she had once lived in a house with hot cocoa an
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-08-30 Baca selengkapnya