The girls continued their torment, pushing Eva around, mocking her, and reminding her of the harsh reality of their existence. It was a relentless barrage of cruelty that left Eva feeling smaller and more helpless with each passing moment.
The oldest girl in the room moved with an air of oppressive authority, and the other girls instinctively made way for her as she approached Eva. Her steps were deliberate, and her presence demanded attention. She crouched down in front of Eva, her voice calm but laced with authority, and her breath carried the unmistakable scent of cigarettes.
"What's your name, little girl?" she inquired, her tone was hushed yet commanding but Eva did not respond.
She poked Eva's forehead in annoyance "Cat got your tongue? I said what's your name?" she asked again, but Eva remained silent, her eyes fixed on the ground.
