Page 51 of Captured Immune

Hearing that Trey was still alive gave me a tiny bit of relief—assuming Katie was telling the truth.

When I finished eating breakfast, Katie directed me to the shower and handed me a new set of clothes. I could already tell this outfit would fit me better.

“It’s from my own closet,” Katie said. “We’re about the same size, so I figured why not? Your current outfit was plucked from the lost and found. If you want your pajamas instead, they’re clean now.”

“I appreciate you sharing your clothes with me.”

Twenty minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a plain black V-neck and some gray leggings.

For the rest of the day, they kept me in the “battle box”—a fancy name for their torture station disguised as a boxing ring. I held hands with countlessvolunteers, as Victor called them, while Pixie and Ruby tormented each person with their powers. I tried everything I could to protect them but failed.

Around nightfall—not that I knew for sure, because I hadn’t seen a single window in this place—Katie dropped me off in a small lab room with a lady wearing a white lab coat.

Throughout the night, White Coat Lady performed a series of tests on me—Everything from checking my reflexes to drawing blood samples to taking my handprint. She examined every part of my mouth, eyes, ears, and vagina. I had never been so violated in my life, and that was saying a lot after spending three years with a man who used to force himself on me. What was she looking for?

White Coat Lady spent another eternity asking me health-related questions, some of which Katie had already asked me. Some of my answers made her ask follow-up questions. Other times, she just nodded and moved on.

Once the interrogation was over, the White Coat Lady secured me to a medical bed. The leather straps were so tight against my wrists and ankles, they pinched my skin.

“Shield yourself from the shock,” she said as a sizzling lightning ball appeared in her palms.

“No!”

The lady dropped the orb onto me. A surge of electricity rippled through my veins. I screamed out, and my body convulsed, tugging against the restraints.

“Picture something around your body.” Another sizzling ball appeared in her hand. “Armor, a box, a glass tank, anything that will protect you.”

The glowing ball landed on my chest again. I yelled toward the ceiling as brutal torture tore through my limbs.

She did it again.

And again.

And again.

Every time, I was unable to protect myself, no matter how badly I wanted to. From the content emotions I sensed from her, she didn’t feel bad for hurting me.

I heaved for air when the electrocution finally stopped.Is it over?Something pinched the side of my neck, then White Coat Lady placed a syringe onto a metal tray.

My words came out between short breaths. “What did you just do to me?”

“It’s a z-drug called perrizophine,” the lady said, like she drugged people all the time without their consent. She probably did. “This small dose will deactivate your immunity for a few hours. At least, we’re going to see if it does.”

I didn’t know if it deactivated my immunity, but it had definitely deactivated my baby’s ability to sense people. All of a sudden, I couldn’t sense White Coat Lady’s emotions anymore.

The door opened, then Victor sauntered in. The sight of him disgusted me. “Any progress?”

“Not much,” White Coat Lady said.

“Did you hit her with the perrizo yet?”

“Just did.”

“Great. Lemme take a look at her.”

White Coat Lady stepped back to give Victor some space. With both hands, he held my head still. As he stared into my eyes, I balled up some saliva in my mouth. The second a black cloud smoked up in his pupils, I spat at him.

Victor bounced back with a groan. “You nasty little bitch.”

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