Astrid is back and her enemy is closing in

The next morning the treatment started again. It was relentless. Astrid had received another punishment – she no longer cared why. Most probably there was no reason. That was how it worked. Forced to stand in front of a wall, hands on her head and immobile until her muscles were shaking, the hard rap from the wooden stick (held by one of her house mates) told her she was on her knees again. The rain was lashing down, blending with the tears and the dirt. Before she fell, one last time, onto the wet and muddy ground she suddenly knew why they were doing this to her and why Sam had become a completely different person: they were breaking her down. In the end she would be like them – an empty shell. In the end Jenkins would win and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

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