In the Hands of Monsters
I'm undressed and bound to a testing table when my family comes to pick me up.
A thick, sharp needle pierces into my neck. A drug is administered into my blood, and the pain almost makes me lose consciousness.
Behind me, I can feel a man's cold hands stroking my skin amorously. Before me, several people are staring at me. They point at me and treat me like an educational instrument.
I tremble in fear and curl up on the testing table in pain.
Three years ago, my brother sent me to Mykorra's war zone to stand up for Yvette Sanders. Those were the three most insulting and torturous years of my life. They burned away my hope for kinship but not my desire for survival.
As the hands roam lower on my body, I bite my lip so hard that I almost draw blood. As the hands start to go overboard, someone knocks on the door.
"Wendy Sanders, your brother is here for you."
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