Anna's POV
“You, move over there and strip,” one of the guards growls, his voice low and cruel. He has a huge scar running across his neck, twisted and puckered like it’s barely healed. He points at one of the girls, and the others burst into laughter as if what he said is the funniest thing in the world.
“Please,” the girl whispers, trembling. “I’ll give you whatever you want. Just let me go. My father is—”
Before she can finish, a shot rings out. I flinch as the sound explodes in the room, and then she drops—just like that. A silver bullet through her skull. Her lifeless body crumples to the floor, eyes wide open in frozen terror.
All of us gasp. Every girl here stares in horror. Some scream. Most begin crying. My heart slams so hard in my chest, I can barely hear. My eyes sting wit
