SAY MY NAME, WHEN YOU BREAK
Vera lifted her chin, her voice low but steady, “I know you think this breaks us. You’re wrong.”
The men froze. One of them, a younger thug, spat, “What the hell did she just say?”
“You heard me,” Vera said, ignoring the pain slicing through her ribs. “You don’t understand the mistake you’ve made. You’ve picked up a live grenade.”
The room went quiet, except for Lina’s shaky breaths. One captor laughed nervously, stepping closer. “Live grenade? Girl, you’ve been beaten half to death. Don’t talk like you’re—”
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