Chapter Nine
CAS 123 lay still as death. Only the faint movement of her chest indicated that she was only sleeping; if the troubled unconsciousness that claimed her could be called sleep. They had been coming to abuse her at odd times, disrupting the normal patterns of waking and sleeping. Once they had tortured her in shifts for a day and a night and a day, until even a dousing with cold water wouldn’t wake her.
It had been two weeks since the guards had finally come, rescuing her from one waking nightmare only to deliver her to another. She didn’t know how long it had been. Information had been deliberately refused her. She was always blindfolded, and no one even spoke for the first few days. Her need for simple human communion was strong now. She knew she was being punished, but she d
