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Chapter Twenty-Four Part 4: Day One

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She helped the girl sit up. Removed her legs from the stirrups.

"That's actually useful," Isabella said to Atlas. "It means the trauma is buried deep. Walled off. Her mind has protected itself by severing all connection to those experiences. We can rebuild without those memories interfering."

"Or she's just too broken to react," Atlas said quietly.

"Perhaps." Isabella removed her gloves. "Sit up."

The girl sat up.

"Stand."

She stood.

"Walk to the door."

She walked.

"Stop."

She stopped.

"Back to
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    Soft at first. Testing. Hoping for—something. Some response. Some spark.She kissed back. Technically correct. Lips moving properly. But—empty. Mechanical.No passion. No fear. No resistance. No surrender.Just function.He pulled back. Searched her eyes.Nothing. Just calm acceptance. Ready for whatever came next."Did you feel anything?" he asked. Voice desperate."I felt your lips. Your breath. The pressure.""But did you want it? Did you like it? Did it make you feel anything?""It made me feel functional. I performed the task correctly."Dante stepped back. Hands shaking. "This isn't—this isn't what I wanted.""Then tell me what you want. I will do it.""I want you to want me back!"She tilted her head. Processing. "I want to serve you. Is that not wanting you?""No. It's not." He turned away. "Get ready for bed. Upstairs. In my room. Our room.""Should I change here first? Or upstairs?"The question—so practical, so empty—broke something in him."Upstairs," he said. Voice rough.

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    Novalee's stomach turned. "He killed them?""All of them." Atlas's voice was flat, dead. "Every single one. When he got bored, or when they broke completely—he killed them.""How?""Different ways. Depended on his mood." Atlas resumed washing her back, mechanical, like he was describing groceries.

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