Liak’s POV Pain was the only constant, an unrelenting gear that never stopped turning. There were moments when I naively believed I had reached the absolute limit of what the human body and mind could endure, but the men in that place always found a new way to prove me wrong, refining the suffering with an almost surgical cruelty. I lost track of time so long ago that days, weeks, and months collapsed into a single, eternal nightmare under the harsh white light of that laboratory. The penetrating smell of chemicals seemed embedded in my own skin, mixing with the constant echo of distant voices doctors debating technical terms, soldiers exchanging obscene jokes, and men in suits who stared at me through the glass as if I were little more than an exotic specimen about to be discarded. My name was Liak Vassiliev, I repeated those two words like a silent, desperate mantra, the last fragment of identity I clung to so I wouldn’t completely disappear into the fog of pain that tried to e
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