Lashing out with one hand to slap and scratch at whoever gets near. ‘‘Camilla?’’ Alexi’s voice sounds different and far away from me, alien to how he ever sounds. His dark silhouette appearing close by between the flashes and slices of other faces. I can’t look at him, at the monster who takes pleasure in all the suffering of those weaker than him. The monster that uses my wounds against me in any way he can. I shift away, trying to crawl into the darkest corner of the room to hide, and curl back into a smaller space in a bid to hide from them all.

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