Ysaac trembled in the chamber, barely breathing, his body failing fast. Through the haze, he saw her—the only scientist who’d ever shown him kindness. His hand pressed weakly to the glass. “P-Please… help me,” he whispered, eyes pleading. “I can’t… take this…torture much longer….I think my father sent you… please… get me out…” His voice cracked, blood on his lips, as he stared at her with fading hope.
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