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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

bed and took Cynthia's hands

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

as violently. She'd been locked away

would she shrink

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family had summoned the best in the field for this—a team

to the underground

continued, "she most likely suffers from

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

response to sustained trauma.

watched Cynthia curl up on the bed, silent and fragile, like

clipped. The strong, indomitable

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

fear human contact. Imagine people coming into this basement daily, violating

struggle to survive.

clenched, her breath

walls where over a thousand cameras were embedded, surveillance that

the screens didn't wish for

punishment for

pointed towards a spot near the door. "There's an electrical punishment device over there. Ms. Pennyfeather, are you

severe electric

all too well the humiliation of incontinence, a common

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

realizing Maja had grasped the horrific truth,

not gone mad. Her mental clarity

known. She must have a belief sustaining her, or perhaps her captor fed her information, bits

directly to