Epilogue

Valerie had lost track of time in her prison. She would shower and clean herself when she woke up, and food was provided to her at regular intervals - enough to sustain herself, and nothing more.

Throughout the day, men or women would come in her cell. Most of them were unknowns, although occasionally she would recognize someone of reputation. They would have their way with her body. Sometimes, guards would accompany them to ensure her obedience, but she didn't bother to struggle. She was helpless and naked in a secret facility, without a lot of options for escape. She would obey, let them fuck her whichever way they wanted.

She felt her mind slipping away from her. Whether she liked it or not, she was being conditioned, her regular behavior patterns were slowly being replaced by unquestioning obedience and submissiveness. She clung on to Hawk's promise to come back for her. Until then, she made her mind retreat within itself, her days passing by in a haze.