Debbie
I stood behind the heavy velvet curtains, my fingers digging into the fabric so hard my nails pierced the weave. My heart wasn’t just beating; it was slamming wildly and uncontrollably against my ribs, trying to break free from the horror I was witnessing.
The air in the room felt like it had been replaced with poison. Through the tiny crack in the curtains, I had seen it all. I had seen the lifeless bodies of the guards outside—men I saw every morning, men who had families. Who greeted me every time I came here with enthusiasm in their faces. Dead. Still. Motionless. But that was not all. I had seen the slap that nearly took Rain’s head off, from that man called the boss. I had seen the needles, the stifled sniffs they had used to pierce them. And whatever the content was, I didn
