"You aren't going anywhere," Chloe Bishop said, her voice steady and authoritative as she closed the distance between them. She held the electric stun baton forward, a glowing deterrent in the gloom. "Answer my questions."The young woman cringed, her eyes darting toward the weapon. She scrambled backward, her voice high and thin, like a frightened child’s. "No... Please, sister, don't hurt me. It hurts... it hurts so much...""I won't hurt you," Chloe promised, though she didn't lower the baton. She needed the girl to stay focused. "But you must tell me the truth. Lift your head."The woman slowly tilted her face upward. In the spill of the flashlight, Chloe studied her. Despite the vivid, blood-red birthmarks that marred her skin, the girl’s features were strikingly delicate. Her eyes were her most arresting feature—large, bright, and impossibly clear, like two pools of untainted water. It was the gaze of someone who had never seen the cruelty of the outside world."What is that on
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