Whispered promises

Chapter 29

Edger made sure Katrina was restrained securely, with restraints pinning her arms, wrists, chest, waist, and ankles. She was completely immobilized, unable to move. The room was dimly lit, the cold metal table against her back serving as a chilling reminder of her predicament.

"Wake her up," edger instructed one of his soldiers, his voice filled with authority. The soldier approached Katrina cautiously, his eyes scanning her restrained form. To his surprise, she was already awake but appeared quiet and barely moved, almost as if she was frozen in place.

"What is she doing?" the soldier asked, puzzled by Katrina's unnaturally still state. Edger approached her, his footsteps echoing in the room. He looked at her intently before delivering a sharp strike to the metal table she was pinned against. Katrina flinched slightly, but her expression remained distant, as if she was detaching herself from the pain she knew they were going to inflict.

"She's dissociating herself from the pain," Jensen explained, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. "She knows we're going to inflict"Edgar informed them .

"Outstanding " he voiced as he felt a sense of respect for Katrina's level of mental and physical strength. He had seen his fair share of people, but her ability to detach from pain was outstanding. Her determination to survive, even in the face of imminent danger, intrigued him.

With a calculated strike to her ribs, edger tested Katrina's resilience. Despite the pain, she maintained her dissociative state, refusing to let it consume her. Her eyes remained distant, her focus unwavering.

Impressed by her unwavering resolve, edger delivered a second blow, this time with more force. Still, katrina remained the same, her mind shielded from the torment. Her ability to separate herself from the physical pain fascinated him, and irritated him .

Katrina's mind drifted, taking her to a place she didn't recognize. She turned around and found herself standing in front of a house, a house that seemed unfamiliar to her. Confusion etched across her face as she tried to comprehend her surroundings. Suddenly, a voice called out her name, and she turned to see her mother standing before her. The sight of her mother brought a rush of emotions, and Katrina felt her heart nearly break at the sight.

"Mom," Katrina whispered, her voice filled with a mix of disbelief and longing. Her mother smiled warmly, the familiarity of her presence providing a sense of comfort in the midst of the unknown.

Meanwhile, back in the room where Katrina was restrained, a soldier informed Edger , "Her heart rate is still baseline, sir." He informed him . Edger ordered the soldier to start a fire in the fireplace without hesitation. The soldier quickly obeyed, igniting the flames that danced and crackled.

Katrina's conversation with her mother continued, their voices echoing through the trees in the woods. Katrina'couldn't help but question the nature of her current reality. "Okay, I get it... I get it. You think this is all in my head, right?" she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of desperation and hope. "So I can survive what they're doing to me," she added, seeking some understanding and solace in the presence of her mother.

In the room, Edger picked up a round metal pot from a nearby case. He turned towards Katrina , who remained disassociated from the situation, and spoke with a chilling tone. "Wherever you are, you can hear me... This is white phosphorus," he declared, his words laced with a sinister satisfaction. Edger placed the white liquid down her chest, forming a line, and explained the properties of the substance. "Unfortunately for you, there's a high ignition point, so, uh... we have a few minutes," he finished, a twisted smirk playing across his face.

Katrina's mother, Victoria in the realm of her imagination, continued to engage in conversation. "It's good to see you, Katrina. Don't tell me you're not happy to see me, sweetheart," she said, her voice filled with a mix of love and understanding. Katrina struggled to process her emotions. "Yes... of course, I'm happy to see you. I just can't pretend that I don't know what this is," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "That I'm just a figure of your imagination," Victoria responded, acknowledging the complexity of their connection.