I stepped into the booth after the first post and was ordered to sit down. Of course, I didn’t resist—there were soldiers with rifles standing at every booth, watching closely.“Hands,” a staff member said, grabbing my wrists and pulling them onto the chair’s armrests.In one swift, rough motion, he locked my hands in place. I froze. He picked up a square device about the size of a palm. In his other hand was a small stick.“Open your mouth!”I jerked back. “For what? What are you going to do to me?”He shoved the stick into my mouth, making me cough hard. So rough!“Bite down. Hard,” he ordered.The moment the little box touched the skin on my wrist, a sharp wave of pain shot through me. Such a tiny device, but the damage was brutal—my skin felt like it was being torn apart by thousands of needles.A growl slipped out of me as tears streamed down my cheeks. The stick scraped against my teeth, which were chattering from the pain. Hearing the screams coming from the other booths only m
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