In a tiny room with four walls, there was no light, only a closed door.
It was pitch-black; she couldn't see her hand in front of her face.
Sayia sat in a corner hugging her knees, her face stained with tears. She could hear soft, rustling sounds in the small room, but she was in no state to pay them any mind.
The pain from her severed tail made her whole body tremble uncontrollably.
Sweat born from agony mingled with cold sweat. Her golden hair, unwashed for a long time, was matted together.
Sayia wore a tattered dress, sitting barefoot on the floor, biting her lip to keep from making a sound.
If she made a sound, the beatings would continue.
*
When she discovered the head nurse was pregnant, Sayia had covered her mouth in shock. Everyone at the orphanage knew the head nurse's husband had been dead for a long time.
But the head nurse was pregnant, and Sayia had happened to be the one to find out.
