Day Eleven.
The girl woke slowly. Sedatives wearing off.
Her eyes opened. Stared at the ceiling.
Atlas sat in the chair beside the bed. Had been there all night.
"How do you feel?" he asked quietly.
She didn't respond. Didn't look at him.
Just stared.
Isabella entered. Checked the girl's vitals. Her responsiveness.
"Sit up," she commanded.
The girl sat up. Slowly. Mechanically.
"Good. The conditioning holds even after breakdown. That's promising." Isabella made notes. "Today we continue regular training. Routine. Structure. Combat. Weapons. Everything that works. Then tonight—tonight we begin desensitization training for penetration."
She looked at Atlas. "Keep her functioning through the day. Maintain the patterns. Evening sessions will be difficult enough without disrupting he
