Day after day, year after year; if at the beginning this woman was confined here, subjected to surgeries against her will, over the years, she had long lost the desire to live; had it not been for threats, had there not been that faint glimmer of hope in her heart, perhaps, she would have already ended her own life.
"Once this experiment is over, I will set you free, so you can see that person who matters the most to you, who you want to see the most," Bazel said to the woman with a gentle smile, "Don't worry, he is doing very well, at least, better than you are right now." At least, he had given him infinite freedom and power, those were not things ordinary people could obtain.
If she could let go of her attachment, then he, too, might not have done what he is doing now; at least, he would not keep her confined here forever, they could...
The woman ceased to speak, and from the depths of her vacant eyes, a hint of solace slowly began to emerge.
