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Chapter 14 – Reversed Captivity

ผู้เขียน: Elara Driscoll
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Darkness cracked open with pain.

Jack gasped awake, wrists zip-tied behind a rusted chair. His jacket was gone. His mouth tasted like blood and plastic.

Concrete walls. A dripping pipe. Bare bulb swinging above.

Vesper stood a few feet away, humming softly, wearing his coat.

He groaned. “You’re really into role reversal, huh?”

She smiled without humor. “Welcome to the control group.”

“You drugged me.”

“Sedative. Mild neural suppressant. No long-term damage… unless you count humiliation.”

Jack twisted his arms. “I counted betrayal.”

She walked over, knelt beside him. “You still have your voice. I debated gagging you.”

“How generous.”

Vesper held up a remote. “These control the electrodes I’ve placed on your arms, thighs, and neck. Field strength is variable. Calibrated to your biofeedback.”

“You’re going to torture me?”

“I prefer the word *observe*.”

Jack snorted. “You’re sick.”

“I’m curious.”

She pressed a button.

A jolt hit his left a
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    Footsteps above.Jack lifted his head as dust sifted from the rafters. Chains clinked. A door creaked open.Two bodies were dragged down the cellar stairs—bound, gagged, and terrified.Lana. Kyle.Vesper descended last, graceful as a judge at sentencing. She dropped the gag from Lana’s mouth first.Lana gasped, hoarse. “Jack?!”“Yeah,” he muttered. “Welcome to the fallout.”Vesper cut Kyle’s gag with surgical precision. “He screamed more in the van. Got quiet when I mentioned IVs.”Kyle trembled. “You’re insane.”Vesper smiled. “A clinical term. Not inaccurate.”Jack twisted in his restraints. “This wasn’t part of your thesis.”Vesper turned to him. “On the contrary. This is the final variable—*relational betrayal under duress*.”She inserted IV lines into both of them with swift precision.Lana screamed. “What are you putting in us?!”Vesper calmly taped the tubes down. “Early prototypes. Neural fog. Cognitive dampeners. You’ll still speak… yo

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