Wrong Time, Wrong Place

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It had been two nights since she had heard Eva’s screams as they took her away. Now there was only silence, which meant her friend was dead.

Tara knew they’d be coming for her next. It was that simple. That was why she was here. To die. She had no idea what she was meant to have done to deserve this fate. It was all like some strange nightmare.

One night — a week, two weeks ago? — Tara had gone to sleep in the filthy little room she called home, with the constant drone of the buses going past outside the window. Then, when she’d woken up, she was here in this tiny, windowless cell. She was naked, with only a blanket for warmth, and chained to the wall by her ankle, like some kind of beaten animal.

At first she’d thought she was completely alone in the stony silence, and she’d started crying with despair. But then she’d heard a voice speaking her language — Albanian — from beyond the wall, asking her name. It was her friend Eva, and she was being held in the cell next door.

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