"Your name,” A man talked down to an elfin girl from a high stand, her hair matted with blood, sweat, and grease. The girl had already been forced out of her original dress, but she had not received anything back other than a few rags that were nonfunctional. She did not answer.
"I asked for your name.” He repeated emphatically, with more force. Don’t answer, she reminded herself, don’t answer.
"Put her back.” He called behind her. Another sinewy man crossed the clinical room, his collared suit as alabaster as the rest of the antiseptic scene, to grab Gabriele’s tiny arm. Pia, you better be doing something about this.
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Vultures and Crows
Science FictionPia and her friends are away from everything. They can finally be free. Until they are found. Pia escapes quick enough, but her friends...she has no idea. And they are fighting someone big. The Prime, the leader, who is determined to kill them. Told...
