The old man stepped forward, his hands beginning to glow with soft blue light. "This will be uncomfortable," he warned Cassandra. "But it won't cause permanent damage. Unless you continue to lie while under compulsion. Then your mind may... fracture from the cognitive dissonance."
"Wait....." Cassandra tried to pull away, but the manacles held her fast. "Wait, please...."
Elder Markov placed his glowing hands on either side of her head. Cassandra screamed....a sound of pure psychological agony as the compulsion took hold. Her body went rigid, every muscle locked in stress.
"Now," Elder Markov said, his voice echoing strangely. "Tell us the truth. Did anyone contact you about Eve's heritage?"
"Yes!" The word was torn from Cassandra's throat against her will. "Yes, someone contacted me!"
"Who?" Damian demanded.
