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My heart raced as I glanced at Naya again, who gave me a slight nod, indicating that I should go ahead and approach the skinny woman in the corner. My gaze shifted to her—bound by chains, her frail body lying in a curled position on a thin mattress on the cold ground. I knew it was cold because I felt it too. The coolness underneath my feet. She was asleep, but even in slumber, she looked haunted, her face tight with fear. She wasn’t a quiet sleeper. Strange, raspy noises escaped her, not quite snores but something unsettling, like they came from deep within her chest. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I had to do. The other women had already started eating, and now it was time to get this one to eat too. But the woman in the corner was different, and I knew waking her had