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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

she approached the bed and took

reacted violently to the contact, swatting Maja away and retreating into a corner, her body shaking

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

she shrink from

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had summoned the best in the field for this—a team of top-notch professionals, not just in medicine,

aspect related to the underground chamber's

"she

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

response to sustained trauma.

hovered in the air as she watched Cynthia curl up on the bed,

strong, indomitable Lillian she once knew

her PTSD?" Maja whispered, her heart

didn't fear human contact. Imagine people coming

her struggle to survive. The fear

her breath coming in shaky

the walls where over a thousand cameras were embedded, surveillance that

didn't wish for her death; they simply enjoyed watching

punishment for every

near the door. "There's an electrical punishment device over there. Ms. Pennyfeather, are

effects of severe electric shocks on a

her eyes brimming with tears. She knew all too well the humiliation of incontinence,

to think, Cynthia's most private agonies were on

doctor, realizing Maja had grasped the

mad. Her mental clarity

a belief

directly to her