It hurt; her head hurt so much that it felt as if it had been filled with glue. Nhanyi struggled to remember that she had just been in the infirmary, distributing food and canned goods to the female prisoners, until Lieutenant Margaret came in. She had smelled a strong odor of ether, and then she remembered nothing.
Oh God, she wanted to cry. Where was she? What had that female demon done to her? She had been innocently imprisoned in a cell; her nurse’s uniform was gone, replaced by a thin, gray-striped prison outfit. All around her were women dressed in the same gray-striped prison garb, young and old, all staring at her with pairs of indifferent, hollow eyes. This was a place more terrifying than hell!
“Dr. Harrison, save me…” she helplessly pounded on the iron bars. But no one paid attention to her cries, and by the time her voice was hoarse, no one had come in.
After being starved for two whole days, her head was spinning, and she saw stars. She had once distributed food and medicine to these female prisoners, but now she was enduring hunger, and these old and young women had expressions so indifferent that none showed any intention of gratitude. Just when Nhanyi felt utterly hopeless, a cold, haughty female voice rang out above her.
“How is it? Is the taste of hunger pleasant?”
Nhanyi looked up in the direction of the voice, and sure enough, it was that female demon, Lieutenant Margaret, the guard of the concentration camp. Her legs felt weak from hunger, and she had no strength left, but she still mustered her last bit of courage to say, “What you are doing to me is illegal!”
“Hmph, you do have some spirit. Let’s see whether the whip is harder or your mouth is harder?”
Margaret swung the steel whip in her hand, and with a sharp crack, it struck her, instantly slicing open a wound on her delicate arm, blood flowing freely. “Ah!” she cried out in pain, clutching her arm.
Lieutenant Margaret followed up with another lash, but this time, Nhanyi managed to dodge it by sheer luck. Margaret felt somewhat unsatisfied, rushing forward to grab her hair. Unlike the other female prisoners, Nhanyi had two thick, black braids, which were easily grasped in Margaret’s hand.
“Ah! My hair!” Nhanyi’s hair was tightly pulled by this witch, and two strong female guards assisted in tearing at her clothes, forcibly dragging her out of the cell and into a small room at the end of the corridor.
Margaret had somehow found a pair of large black scissors, and with a snip, she cut off Nhanyi’s thick, black braid. Nhanyi watched in anguish as her most precious, cloud-like long hair was severed, and she held the half of her hair in her hands, sobbing. Her body and hair were given to her by her parents, yet this female demon so lightly tormented her hair.
The black braid twirled in Margaret’s hand as she raised the steel whip again.
“Lieutenant, Dr. Jaxon has arrived,” a female guard came in to report.
“You’re lucky this time; I’ll teach you a lesson later,” Margaret coldly said, turning to leave the room.
The door opened slightly, and Lieutenant Margaret stood at the doorway speaking with a tall man. Nhanyi couldn’t see the man’s face, but she could see the vicious expression on the female officer’s face, her beautiful brown eyes glaring at her with a wolf-like ferocity.
“Alright, then I’ll hand her over to you. Just so you know, this female prisoner has just arrived and hasn’t been registered yet. Also, her brain seems to have some issues; she keeps deluding herself into thinking she is a nurse.”
“Thank you so much; my laboratory needs a nurse,” the man’s voice sounded strange.
