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## Chapter 9

Morning arrived with the familiar ritual of forced medication. Dr. Sorokina entered Anna's room carrying the usual tablet and a cup of water, her expression neutral as she watched Anna swallow the pill that would set her nerves ablaze within minutes.

"Today we're introducing some ...

## Chapter 10

The fluorescent lights flickered on with mechanical precision, jolting Anna from sleep that felt more like system reboot than rest. Her body ached in unfamiliar ways—muscles sore from unaccustomed exertions, skin hypersensitive where fabric might touch. The pharmaceutical haze still ...

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will add 1 or 2 chapter but some later

Chapter 1

All she could hear was her own blood, pounding. Thud-thud-thud. She sat at the table, staring at the cards. Sara squared the deck. She was smiling.

“You lost, Annie,” Sara announced.

The girls were eating it up. Anna hadn’t moved. She was gripping the edge of the table like it might ...

Chapter 2

Wind hit her bare legs the moment she stepped outside - cold, mean, not yet warmed by the sun. Campus was half-asleep still. A few students on benches, thumbing through phones; the rest drifting toward lecture halls. Heads turned. Someone smirked. Someone pointed. A phone went up - then ...

Chapter 3

Cold air hit her back, and behind her one of the girls let out a snort.

“Oh, Annie, we can see your whole back now - nice spine, by the way,” Mia called out. “Three clips left. Towel's barely hanging on.”

The towel swung from three points now. The fabric kept slapping her spine whenever ...

Chapter 4

She walked. How long - she had no idea. Sara's whisper still sat in her ear but the words had dissolved. Just the grass under her feet, the buzz between her legs, and the feeling that she was one step away from something she couldn't come back from. Vibrator still going. Every stride ...

Chapter 5

Two hundred yards. Maybe less. The square was right there. More people now - students, somebody's professor with a briefcase, a woman balancing two coffees. They looked at her. At her chest, where the towel had slipped low enough that there wasn't much left to imagine. Some of them looked ...

mikewozere wrote: Wed Mar 18, 2026 10:24 pm This is so badly formatted I'm not even going to bother reading it!

sorry I was in a hurry to post. Reformatted.