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six of the labour camp guards came in. They spotted Janna straight away.
    ‘You can rest easy, ladies. There’s only one person we’re interested in tonight.’ one of the guards said, pointing at her.
    She did nothing but lay there, but it wasn’t what she was expecting.
    She was wrenched from her bunk by the lead guard, and thrown against the wall face first.
    ‘Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs.’ he growled. ‘The doctor wants to see you.’
    He kicked her legs wider apart, and again her hands were cuffed behind her back. The only thing that ran through her head was the image of what the doctor had done to David on the night of their arrival.
    ‘Be strong.’ one of the inmates cried out, as Janna was pulled away from the wall and led out of the hut. Knowing all too well what was going to happen to her, the others stood in terrified silence, watching tentatively as the door slammed shut.
    ‘We should’ve told her.’ One of the women tearfully addressed the person known as the top dog.
    ‘Told her what? What should we have told her?’ the top dog growled. ‘It’s better that she finds out the hard way.’
    Nothing more was said.
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    A look of terror spread itself across Janna’s face as she was led, one guard on either side, into the place where she had witnessed her husband’s murder. She desperately tried to pull herself away from what might lie in store for her, but her attempts were futile. With two burly, no-nonsense guards holding fast, she resigned herself for what lay ahead beyond the plastic curtain that led to the ‘infirmary’.
    The first thing that caught her eye was the bloody chopping block, and what followed was a horrific vision of what she thought was about to befall her. But that was not what the doctor had in store for her.
    ‘Good evening, Mrs Saracen.’ the doctor greeted her with a menacing smile. ‘You are in for a treat, my dear.’
    The guards either side of her lifted her off her feet and onto a thin plank of wood that constituted a platform. Above her head hung a noose.
What sick game am I about to play?
They looked up at her and watched as she began to lose balance. It was going to be a sadistic game of survival, and the odds were not in her favour.
    ‘At least let me get the noose around that pretty little neck of yours before you decide to fall.’ the doctor screeched.
    She somehow managed to regain balance, not for his sake but for her own. The guards gazed up at her with evil intent written across their faces.
    One of the guards used a step ladder to place the noose over her head and tightened it around her neck, so she couldn’t attempt to wriggle her way out of it.
    ‘This is a game I like to play with all my new subjects, Mrs Saracen,’ said the doctor, maniacally, ‘Make sure she doesn’t try anything stupid.’ he sniggered as he made his way out of the room. He left the two guards to keep an eye on her and make sure that she didn’t try to kill herself deliberately. The doctor wanted to keep her alive to satisfy his spiteful intent.
    The gods were not smiling down on Janna Saracen at the moment. The guards had been charged to lift her back on the beam if she were to fall off, but all she wanted to do was die right then. The guards had turned away for the briefest of moments, giving her the perfect opportunity to end it all then and there. She quickly stepped off the plank, jolting her neck—her body writhing. The guards had been alerted of her suicide attempt by the snapping back of the rope and ran over, grabbing her legs.
    ‘Oh, no you don’t, Saracen.’ One of the guards shouted as they both lifted her back on the slim platform. She was barely conscious. The only thing that would keep her on the beam was if they pulled the rope taut, making the doctor’s game even more uncomfortable for her.
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    Do you think she will survive the doctor’s little game?
This was the only question that went through the minds of everybody else that