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In the dimly-lit basement, a hive of activity buzzed around the frail figure of a woman. A doctor hovered over her, his medical

expertise focused on the mystery of her condition, while the construction team's foreman examined the structure of the concrete

tomb that had been her prison.

Two days had passed, and the construction crew had cup empty-handed. It was the doctor who had the slightest glimmer of

progress to report.

"Mr. Sanders," the doctor said, the concern etched into his furrowed brow, "she seems to have lost the ability to communicate,

almost as if she's forgotten how to interact with people. And it's clear someone has modified her body."

Beck stiffened. His connection with Cynthia, the woman before him, was tenuous at best—shared blood, but little else. Yet the news

struck a chord within him, a pang of pain for a stranger who was family.

"Modified? What do you mean by that?" Beck's voice was tight with barely contained anger.

"It appears that several of her bones have been removed and replaced with skind of mechanical devices. They've been

integrated so long, they've practically beca part of her. The purpose isn't clear—could be for communication, maybe control.

There might be a chip involved, but this tech's beyond anything I've seen. Even with the state-of-the-art equipment, it's a

challenge."

The thought of Cynthia enduring such agony during the removal of her bones made Maja feel sick to her stomach. Without

approached the bed and took Cynthia's hands

contact, swatting Maja away and retreating into a corner,

reacted just as violently. She'd been locked away for so long,

faded? Why would she

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doctor continued, "she most likely suffers

explained, was a condition unrelated to one's fear of death.

response to sustained trauma.

hand, slapped away, hovered in the air as she watched Cynthia curl up on the

with its wings clipped. The strong, indomitable Lillian she once knew seemed so distant

her PTSD?" Maja whispered, her heart aching at the

didn't fear human contact. Imagine people coming into this basement daily, violating

struggle to survive. The fear of touch

her breath coming in shaky

over a thousand cameras were embedded, surveillance that captured every

wish for her death; they simply enjoyed watching her

for

towards a spot near the door. "There's an electrical punishment device over there.

severe electric

bit her lip, her eyes brimming with tears. She knew all too well the humiliation of incontinence, a common result of

shocks. And to think, Cynthia's most private agonies were

doctor, realizing Maja had grasped the horrific truth,

her, I'm surprised she's not gone mad. Her mental clarity is intact despite the trauma. Her

known. She must have a belief sustaining her, or perhaps her captor fed her

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