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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

and took Cynthia's hands in

violently to the contact, swatting Maja away and retreating into

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

would she shrink from human

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field for this—a

aspect related to

the doctor continued, "she

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

response to sustained trauma.

the air as she watched Cynthia curl up on the

The strong, indomitable Lillian she once knew seemed so distant

Maja whispered,

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

her struggle to survive. The fear

breath

to the walls where over a thousand cameras were embedded,

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

punishment for

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

electric shocks

knew all too well the humiliation

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

Maja had grasped the horrific truth,

she's not gone mad. Her mental clarity is intact despite the trauma. Her will is

any soldier I've known. She must have a belief sustaining her, or perhaps her captor

to