*Luna*
I tried to be brave, but I failed—not because I lacked the spirit to fight against them, but because their methods to break me were far more effective. The girl with the odd name, Italy, whom I mistakenly thought was my doctor, was the only one who gave me sad smiles while changing the IVs. I knew she felt pity for me, but when I asked her for help, she quickly hardened and scolded me for attempting to escape such a wonderful place.
Yeah, wonderful place, my ass. They are monsters feeding my babies with some steroids that they grew stronger and faster. I wish I were a werewolf. At least I could try to link someone, or if that failed, I could use my supernatural strength to tear this place apart, but I'm not. I'm just a sad, weak human meekly enduring their cruelty.
"Time for anot
