As the weeks crawled by, Elena’s nightmare deepened into something almost inhuman. Almost every night — a group of rough-looking female inmates would corner her in the shadows of the dimly lit cell block. Their laughter echoed like ghosts, cruel and hollow, before the first punch landed.She had no strength to fight back. Her body was frail, and the baby growing inside her made her cautious with every movement. When they came for her, she would curl into herself, clutching her belly with trembling arms, whispering silent prayers that at least this time, they wouldn’t touch her stomach. Somehow, they never did. As if fate had left her one fragile mercy — to protect the tiny heartbeat inside her.She reported the attacks more than once, but each time, the guards only smirked or shrugged. “You probably provoked them,” one had said, walking away while Elena stood there, bruised and bleeding. The message was clear: Someone wanted her and her baby’s life.On those endless, terrifying nights
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