Chapter 18: The Art of Defiance
For two days, they broke her body. They used electricity, water, and psychological torment. The scars on her shoulder were reopened, fresh blood spilling over old wounds. But the man in the suit didn't understand the fundamental truth about Evelyn: she had already survived the fire. Physical pain was a language she was fluent in.
Through the haze of agony, she began to map the facility in her mind. She memorized the guard rotations, the mechanical click of the electronic door locks, and the arrogance of her interrogator. She realized he always stepped exactly two feet into her striking range when he demanded the code.
