Moira’s POV

My hands clench into fists. The euphemisms, the casual way she describes being used as a prostitute and punished for resistance—it's systematic dehumanization designed to break her spirit completely.

"How long?" I ask, though I'm not sure I want to know the answer.

"Since I turned eighteen and got assigned to Silver Ridge." Her voice is flat, emotionless. "Three years."

Three years of being treated like property. ...