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They took her straight to the "clinic" Vivienne had arranged.

She figured it out fast. The man running it was no psychiatrist.

He was someone on a payroll. A sadist with a medical license.

What followed was a week of hell.

The guy knew what he was doing. Drugs. Electroshock. Every method they had. Brutal. Clinical. Nothing that left a visible mark.

Seven days. She'd pass out from pain, wake from pain, pass out from pain. On repeat.

Right as she started to think she was actually losing her mind, Damien came to collect her.