Diana’s POVHe led me into a room crowded with strange machinery, syringes, and various medicines. He picked up a small glass vial, drew the liquid into a syringe, and tapped the side of the needle."What are you doing? Please, just leave me alone," I begged, sinking to my knees.He stopped and stared down at me. For a fleeting second, I hoped my compliance would soften him—that he might actually let me go.Then he smirked, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Oh, so you like to kneel? Save that for later when you are tod drive me," he sneered, yanking me upright by my arm."Please, don't inject me! What is that?"He ignored my pleas. With a violent tug, he tore my bra away, exposing my chest. He looked down at the damp fabric of my padded bra and then at me."Are you breastfeeding?" he demanded, his voice lacing with sudden anger.My mind raced. If I said yes, would they get angry and killed ? Or would his anger turn deadly? If I told him the truth—that it was a natural condition—would it j
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