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“What?” My gasp is so loud it catches in my throat only to
race around the room.
“I want to know exactly what you’re capable of.” His voice
is steady, his eyebrows taut, tense.
“I won’t do it again!” I explode. “You saw what you made
me do to Jenkins—”
“Screw Jenkins,” he spits. “I want you to touch me—I want
to feel it myself—”
“No—” I’m shaking my head so hard it makes me dizzy.
“No. Never. You’re crazy—I won’t—”
“You will, actually.”
“I will NOT—”
“You will have to . . . work . . . at one point or another,” he
says, making an effort to moderate his voice. “Even if you
were to forgo my condition, you are here for a reason,
Juliette. I convinced my father that you would be an asset to
The Reestablishment. That you’d be able to restrain any
rebels we—”
“You mean torture—”
“Yes.” He smiles. “Forgive me, I mean torture. You will be
able to help us torture anyone we capture.” A pause.
“Inflicting pain, you see, is an incredibly efficient method of
getting information out of anyone. And with you?” He
glances at my hands. “Well, it’s cheap. Fast. Effective.” He
smiles wider. “And as long as we keep you alive, you’ll be
good for at least a few decades. It’s very fortunate that
you’re not battery-operated.”
“You—you—” I sputter.
“You should be thanking me. I saved you from that sick
hole of an asylum—I brought you into a position of power.
I’ve given you everything you could possibly need to be
comfortable.” He levels his gaze at me. “Now I need you to
focus. I need you to relinquish your hopes of living like
everyone else. You are not normal. You never have been,
and you never will be. Embrace who you are.”
“I”—I swallow—“I am not—I’m not—I’m—”