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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

the bed and took Cynthia's hands in

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

tlan's men tried to remove her, she'd reacted just as violently. She'd been

would she shrink from

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Sanders," the doctor continued, "she most likely suffers

unrelated

response to sustained trauma.

slapped away, hovered in the air as she watched Cynthia curl up on the bed, silent and fragile, like a

its wings clipped. The strong, indomitable

Maja whispered, her heart aching at

contact. Imagine people coming into this basement daily, violating her space, maybe

to survive. The fear of touch would

clenched, her breath

the walls where over a thousand cameras were embedded,

the screens didn't wish for her death; they simply enjoyed

for

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

of severe electric shocks on

tears. She knew all too well the

Cynthia's most private agonies were on display, critiqued

doctor, realizing Maja had grasped the horrific truth,

Her mental clarity is intact despite the trauma.

belief sustaining her, or perhaps her captor fed her information, bits

directly to her