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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

contact, swatting Maja away and retreating into

just as violently. She'd been

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the doctor continued, "she most likely suffers

Disorder, the doctor explained, was a condition unrelated

response to sustained trauma.

air as she watched Cynthia curl up on the bed, silent and fragile,

indomitable

her PTSD?" Maja whispered, her heart aching at

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

to survive. The fear of

breath coming in shaky

thousand cameras were embedded, surveillance

The tormentors behind the screens didn't wish for

punishment for every

electrical punishment device

of severe electric

brimming with tears. She knew all

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

doctor, realizing Maja had grasped the horrific truth, sighed

Her mental clarity is intact despite the

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

to her