Isolation

It was a month of isolation. A month of no news, no social interactions, no physical contact with another human being. Just enough food to keep her alive and enough showers to keep her clean.

It was a psychological ploy to break her. She knew that as well as they did. But she was susceptible to it. She was a social butterfly, and she was a woman of needs. And she needed a partner to lay with, to cling to, to love. She wasn't used to being unable to satisfy those base urges.

After a month, she banged on the door.

"Please ... let me see Diego," she said.