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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 in

Cynthia reacted violently to the contact, swatting Maja away and retreating into

to remove her, she'd reacted just as violently. She'd been locked

Why would she shrink

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in the field for this—a team

to the underground chamber's

Sanders," the doctor continued, "she most

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

response to sustained trauma.

watched Cynthia curl up on the bed, silent and fragile, like

clipped. The strong, indomitable Lillian she once knew seemed so

PTSD?" Maja whispered, her heart aching at

fear human contact. Imagine people coming

but by relishing her struggle to survive. The

her breath coming in shaky

the walls where over a thousand cameras were embedded, surveillance

expressions. The tormentors behind the screens didn't wish for her death; they simply

for

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

severe electric shocks on

knew all too well

And to think, Cynthia's most private agonies were on

grasped

mental clarity is intact

I've known. She must have a belief sustaining her, or perhaps her captor fed her information, bits

directly to her deepest