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Natasha walked beside me, her head bowed low like she was trying to disappear. I wasn't sure if she knew she was doing it, or if years of being pushed down had made her shrink herself without even thinking. The thought of her suffering because of stupid men, just like I had, made my blood boil.
"You don't need to act small around me. I know who you really are," I said, my voice soft but firm.
She glanced at me, a tiny smile tugging at her lips. She nodded and pointed towards some men in the distance. They looked like they'd been wrestling bears for training, their bodies covered in sweat and streaks of blood.
"I'm not doing this for you. It's for them," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
When the men looked our way, she lowered her eyes again. "
