Day ten.
Halfway through the two weeks.
The girl had progressed remarkably. Following complex commands. Fighting with skill. Shooting with precision. Repeating her mantra without prompting.
"I serve Dante."
But Isabella needed to know if it would hold. If the conditioning was deep enough. Strong enough.
If she could function through stress. Through trauma. Through everything Dante's world would throw at her.
Today, they would find out.
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6 AM.
The girl woke. Showered. Dressed. Ate breakfast.
Same routine. Same pattern.
But Isabella was watching her differently today. Assessing. Planning.
"Today is different," Isabella said over coffee. "Today we test you. Push you. See if what we've built is strong enough to withstand pressure."
The girl waited. Empty. Ready.
"You'll face s
