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.

high-caliber rifle barrels locked onto my chest from the rim of the cut.

“Target identified! Number Seven is compliant!” a trooper bellowed through a bullhorn, his voice echoing off the concrete pillars of the bridge like thunder. “Do not move a single muscle, asset! Drop to your knees immediately or we will open fire!”

I didn’t drop to my knees; I stood continue reading …