Melina's POV She woke to the sound of the door opening.Her body immediately tensed.She knew what this meant. Knew what time it was. Knew that the extraction team was arriving.Day three.Third bleed.Twenty-seven more to go.Melina had stopped counting the hours. Had stopped tracking time in any meaningful way. The days had blurred together into a cycle of extraction and sedation and brief moments of consciousness where she was allowed to exist before being drained again.Dr. Wells entered with her two medical assistants."Good morning, Melina," Wells said cheerfully. Like she was greeting a friend rather than a captive. "How are we feeling today?"Melina didn't answer.She'd learned that speaking was pointless. That begging didn't work. That pleading had no effect on people who saw her as a resource rather than a person.So she just stared at the ceiling and waited for the needle."Your vitals look excellent," Wells said, checking the monitoring equipment. "Heart rate is strong. B
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