"You've been here three days and you haven't eaten anything."
Dr. Marquette stood outside my cell, watching me with clinical interest. She was right. I hadn't touched the food they brought. Hadn't drunk the water. I was weak and dizzy but I refused to accept anything from them.
"Starving yourself won't help," she continued. "The collar prevents your body from healing the damage you're doing to yourself. You'll just waste away slowly and painfully."
"Good," I said hoarsely. "Better than being your weapon."
"Such dramatics. We're not asking you to kill people, Mary. Just heal our operatives when they get injured during missions. Use your abilities to help The Covenant achieve our goals."
"Your goals being world domination and enslaving supernatural beings?"
"Our goals being maintaining
