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Chapter Twenty-Nine Part 4: Day Ten

Author: Eden Jeweledwolf
last update publish date: 2026-03-20 10:49:13

Atlas pulled out. "That's enough. She can't—she's failing this test."

Isabella examined the girl. Checked her eyes. Her breathing. Her state.

"Dissociating," Isabella said. "Trauma response triggered. The vaginal penetration is too closely tied to Dante's abuse. Her mind can't separate function from violation."

She made notes. "Test failed. Vaginal penetration causes psychological breakdown. Conditioning not deep enough to override trauma in this area."

She looked at Atlas. "We need to test ana
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