Oops Wrong Girl to Bully (Angelina) by Xena Kessler novel Chapter 150

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Angelina’s POV

Then someone in the cell next to the injured man spoke up. “Kenneth? Kenneth, is that you?”

The sobbing stopped for a moment. “Tom?”

“Yeah, it’s me. What happened? What did they do to you?”

Kenneth made a choking sound. Like he was trying to speak but couldn’t get the words out.

“They… the water… I couldn’t breathe. They kept asking questions and I couldn’t breathe and-”

His voice dissolved into incoherent crying again.

“Jesus Christ,” Tom said. His voice was shaking. “This is real. This is actually real.”

That broke the dam.

People started screaming again. Louder than before.

“Let me out! Let me out right now!”

“This isn’t legal! You can’t do this!”

“Someone help us! Please! Anyone!”

I heard someone throwing themselves against their cell door. The metal rang with each impact.

Saffron’s voice cut through the chaos. “We’re going to die here! They’re going to kill us!”

“Shut up!” someone else shouted. “Just shut up! You’re making it worse!”

“Making it worse? Did you see what they did to Kenneth? Did you hear him?”

More crying. More screaming. The sound bounced off the concrete walls. Amplified.

I stayed quiet. Watched through my cell window.

Kenneth had stopped screaming. Now he was just lying on the floor. Curle into a ball. His whole body was shaking.

Thirty minutes passed.

The screaming gradually died down. People exhausting themselves. Or giving up. Or both.

Kenneth finally moved. Slowly sat up. Leaned against the wall.

“Kenneth,” Tom said quietly. “Can you tell us what happened?”

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Kenneth didn’t answer for a long moment.

Then his voice came out. Flat. Dead. “Waterboarding. They did waterboarding.”

Someone gasped. “That’s torture. That’s actual torture.”

“They strapped me to a table. Put a cloth over my face. Poured water. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Just drowning. Over and over.”

His voice started shaking again. “And they kept asking questions. Who sem you. What’s your mission. What organization are you with.”

“What did you tell them?” Tom asked.

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“I told them I’m just a candidate! Just here for the military selection! But they didn’t believe me. They said I was lying. That I was planted here

as a spy.

Kenneth’s breathing got faster. “So they did it again. And again. And I kept telling them the same thing because it’s the truth but they wouldn’t

stop-

He broke off. Started crying again.

“This can’t be part of the test,” a woman said. Her voice was high-pitched Terrified. “They wouldn’t actually waterboard us. That’s illegal.*

“You think they care about legal?” Saffron said. “We’re underground. No one knows where we are. They can do whatever they want.”

“But Felix knows where we are. The other instructors know.”

“Do they though?” Saffron’s voice got louder. “Did you see any instructors when we were loaded into the trucks? Did anyone see Felix after we

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Silence.

“Exactly. They’re not coming. No one’s coming.”

More crying started. Quieter this time. Hopeless.

I looked at Kenneth through my window. He was still shaking. Still crying quietly.

His psychological state was completely broken. Whatever they’d done to him, it had worked.

That was interesting.

I leaned against the wall. Closed my eyes. Analyzed what I knew.

Approximately one hundred candidates in this facility. Out of nearly two Hundred who started today.

That meant selective extraction. They didn’t take everyone. Just specific people.

The question was: what criteria did they use?

Performance rankings? Psychological profiles? Random selection?

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The metal door opened again.

The same five guards walked in. Same tactical gear. Same masks.

They walked directly to Saffron’s cell.

She started screaming before they even unlocked her door.

“No! No please! I’ll tell you anything! Just don’t hurt me! Please!”

The door opened. Two guards went inside.

“I’ll cooperate! I swear I’ll cooperate! Just don’t—”

They grabbed her arms. Dragged her out of the cell.

Saffron was thrashing. Trying to pull away. But the guards were too strong

“Please! I have information! Valuable information! About the other candidates! About their backgrounds! I’ll tell you everything!*

They pulled her down the hallway. Toward the door at the end.

“No! No no no! Please don’t take me there! I’ll talk! I’ll talk right now!”

Her voice got farther away. Then the door closed.

Silence fell over the detention area again.

Someone was crying. Quiet sobs from several cells.

“They’re going to break all of us,” Kenneth said. His voice was barely audible. “One by one. They’ll take everyone. And everyone will break.”

“I can’t do this,” a woman said. “I can’t handle torture. I’ll tell them whatever they want before they even start.”

“That won’t help, Kenneth said. “I tried that. They don’t believe you. They just keep going.”

I checked my internal sense of time. Estimated about forty minutes since Raffron was taken.

Then I heard footsteps. Coming back.

The door opened. The guards returned.

They were carrying Saffron between them. She wasn’t fighting anymore. Just hanging limp.

They threw her into her cell. She hit the floor. Didn’t move.

One guard locked the door. Then they all walked away.

I moved to my window. Looked at Saffron’s cell.

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