Another jolt struck her, this one stronger than all the previous ones. Liora's vision went completely white, and she felt herself falling through space even though her body remained strapped to the chair.
When she came back to herself, minutes or hours later, she couldn't tell, she was screaming, her throat raw and bleeding from the force of it.
The seventy-second hour arrived, and Liora was barely conscious of her own existence.
They'd moved her back to the cage at some point, she didn't remember when or how. Her body was covered in sweat and bruises that had bloomed across her pale skin like grotesque flowers. The electrodes had left small circular burns on her temples that throbbed with persistent pain. She lay in a heap on the floor, twitching occasionally as residual electrical impulses fired through her traumatized nervous system, her mind a shattered mess of real memories and implanted ones that she could no longer distinguish.
