For three years they called me a freak—and I stayed silent—until they touched my little sister in front of everyone, and the truth I buried finally came out and changed everything.

the weight of a hundred clean liquidations and a thousand broken test subjects. My fingers tightened around the cheap plastic casing of the burner phone until the internal joints groaned under the immense pressure. I didn’t breathe, my lungs locking automatically as the conditioned survival protocols suppressed my emotional response.

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