Regina’s POVFive months.That’s how long I’ve been locked up in this gilded hellhole. The room looks pretty enough with polished floors, crisp sheets, fake orchids by the window. But it’s just a mask. A luxury cage. I hear laughter outside sometimes, other patients walking around, talking freely, but not me. I’m not a patient here. I’m a prisoner.The door is always locked. And when I bang on it while screaming, sobbing, begging to be let out, I get the same answer.Fists. Kicks. A boot in my shin so hard I still can’t bend my leg right. I dropped to the floor that day, hands over my belly, whispering, It’s okay, baby. Just hold on. And after that? I stopped screaming. I stopped fighting.But the silence didn’t stop the cruelty.They send addicts into my room, let them leer and sneer. One man said, “So this is the princess locked in the tower, huh?” Another called me spoiled garbage. I spat at him. “You’re a joke,” I hissed. “At least I didn’t ruin my own life.” He lunged, but the gu
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