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Okay, Dave, tell me about Michelle Hammel What made her special?

David Palood looks of the wealthy New England fa from, smiled and leaned forward earnestly His clear blue eyes were bright with enthusiasloith health and vitality

So as she saw herself as she’d been three years before He’s finally got the chance to share his genius

Her hair was badly cut—she’d still been hacking at it herself in those days The boots crossed at her ankles had been new then and aler

Otherwise, she thought, she was the same

She was young, fit An athlete, Pal-distance runner—Olyoal She’d be at the top end of the scale, you see Just as Leroy Greene was at the bottoals for years No tolerance for disruptive stimuli He lost all control even before the application of pain His ained consciousness and found himself strapped to the table But Michelle…

She fought? She held out?

Palled against the restraints, then stopped when she understood that she wouldn’t be able to free herself There was fear The istered her rise in pulse rate, blood pressure, all vital physical and ens I have excellent equipment

Yeah, I’ve seen it Top of the line

It’s vital work His eyes had clouded then, unfocused as they did when he spoke of the import of his experiments You’ll see if you review the data on Michelle that she centered her fear, used it to keep herself alive She controlled it, initially, tried to reason with me She made promises, she pretended to understand my research, even to help me She was clever When she understood that wouldn’t help her, she cursedup her adrenaline as I introduced new pain stimuli

“He broke her feet,” Eve said, knowing Roarke atching behind her “Then her arht about his equipment back then He had electrodes that when attached to different parts of the body, or placed in various orifices, ad levels of electric shock He kept Michelle alive for three days until the torture broke her She was begging for him to kill her toward the end He used a rope and pulley systeulation She was nineteen”

Roarke laid his hands on her shoulders “You stopped hiain”

“Daht I will”

She looked up when she heard so quickly down the corridor “Save data, and file,” she ordered just as Nadine Furst caht, a visit from one of Channel 75’s top on-air reporters The fact that they were friends didn’t make Eve any less wary

“Out paying Christmas calls, Nadine?”