Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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 Cynthia's

to the contact, swatting Maja away and retreating

remove her, she'd reacted just as violently. She'd been locked away for so long, should fear

would she shrink

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Sanders family had summoned the best in the field for this—a team of top-notch

related to the underground chamber's

"she most likely suffers

a condition unrelated to one's fear of death.

response to sustained trauma.

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

its wings clipped. The strong, indomitable

her PTSD?" Maja whispered, her heart aching at the

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

to survive. The fear of touch would

fists clenched, her breath coming

walls where over a thousand cameras were embedded, surveillance that captured every

didn't wish

for

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

electric shocks

knew all too well the humiliation of incontinence, a common result

private agonies were on display, critiqued by unseen

doctor, realizing Maja had grasped the horrific truth, sighed

I'm surprised she's not gone mad. Her mental clarity is intact despite the

a belief sustaining her, or perhaps her

directly to her deepest