Twenty-four hours. Maybe more. Bianca had lost track of time in the windowless room. No natural light to mark day from night. Just the occasional opening of the door when someone brought food or checked on her.The paralytic had worn off hours ago. Bianca could move again, could feel her fingers and toes, could stand and walk. But her body still felt weak, poisoned by whatever substances they had forced into her system.The doctor had come back twice. Each time checking her vital signs, asking clinical questions, treating her like a lab specimen instead of a human being.Bianca refused to cooperate. Refused to answer his questions. Refused to make any of this easier for them.And most importantly, she refused to eat.They had brought her food three times already. Breakfast, lunch, and now dinner was coming soon based on the pattern she had noticed.Each time, Bianca had pushed the tray away untouched. Let it sit there until someone came to take it back.She was not going to eat their
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