Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Testimony of a Survivor Inside the Lab Where Humanity Died and Monsters Were Created #17

Episode Date: July 22, 2025

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There's so much rugby on Sports Extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter sports extra is jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've been every Champions Cup match exclusively live, plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup, and much more. Thus the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place.

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Oh my God. I know. I know. And you can check you're on the register on the website. So you can phone [phone]. If your test is due today, you can book today are hscccc. i.e. 4 slash cervical check. I have the problem.

I think my readers are basically morons. I think I always keep over explaining and elaborating too much. Do people here have tips on how to condense a scene if it's necessary? I can post an example scene of mine here. Trigger warning. The excerpt deals with extreme violence. It may be very difficult or triggering for a lot of people to read. Okay, N.

I'd like you to tell me as much as you can. about the scientists who were in that lab, all right? David's voice was soft, steady. But you don't have to continue if it becomes too much. Just say the word, okay, and nodded faintly. Oh, okay. Can you tell me who was there, and what they did? She took a shaky breath. Yes. She lost her focus with her eyes. Her body went limp as she leaned back in her chair. Her voice was small, trembling, yet monotonous. As if she was reciting a shopping list. But each word seemed to press forward with quiet determination.

There was Miss Cond. She, hated the lab. She only worked there to get treatment for her daughter's cancer. She would sneak us food when no one was looking. Never hurt us. She just operated the machines. I. I used to hear her cry when we were suffering to,

too badly. She was only in the upper level. And paused, her hands clenched in her lap. She inhaled slowly through her nose, trying to steady herself. Then there was Mr. Sand. Her body flinched at the name, shoulders drawing in like she was bracing for a blow. Almost all punishments came from him. He terrified me the most. He, her voice cracked, but she pushed on. He loved it. Waterboarding, burning us. He'd make up reasons, like, like looking at him wrong. Then he'd punish me. And the others.

Four hours. Sometimes days. While he laughed. David leaned forward gently, concern etched in his face. Anne, you don't have to keep going. It's okay, she whispered, eyes fixed on the floor. I want to. There was a pause.

Then Johnny, David's colleague, frowned and rubbed his chin. Wait. I remember something. During the bust, there was this one guy holding a boy hostage, boasting about cutting his fingers off. I. I shot him. I didn't even think. I just, yeah, and said, almost absently.

That was probably Mr. Sand. He also saw it off my arm. She lifted the stump of her left arm, her expression strangely flat. The room fell silent. David and Johnny exchanged a stunned look, the weight of her words sinking in like lead. And continued, her voice growing quieter. Most of the others, they just kept to themselves. They'd inject us with radioactive materials to cause cancer, take tissue samples, just, science stuff.

She gave a bitter, hollow laugh that didn't reach her eyes. Funnily enough, everyone hated Mr. Sand. Even the other scientists. But, he got the cure for cancer further than anyone else. He was a genius. So they treated him like a necessary evil. She paused to breathe. That's all the names I remember.

Most of them were just, they're too long. I think they stopped seeing us as people. They were morally corrupted. Johnny asked gently and hesitated, blinking slowly. I. I don't know. Some liked hurting us. Some tried to avoid it.

But most of them, they just didn't care anymore. They were numb. Hardened to the screams. She tilted her head slightly, as if trying to pull another name from her memory. There was Mr. Teru. He was always angry. On edge. One wrong move and, there'd be a wet cloth on your face, just like that. She snapped her fingers, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Others weren't angry. Just cold.

Empty. Johnny leaned toward David and whispered, does this match our intel? David nodded grimly. Yes. What and couldn't know is, most of them didn't start out like that. They weren't monsters. They became them. The longer they stayed, the worse they got. Like the lab was eroding what was left of their humanity. Silence settled over the room like a fog. And sat still, her eyes glassy, lost somewhere between memory and the present.

There also was Mr. Kahn, they, kidnapped and forced him to work there. He did unimportant jobs like transporting stuff from one end of the lab to another. There's so much rugby on Sports Extra from Sky They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter sports extra is jampacked with rugby. For the first time we've got every Champions Cup match exclusively live,

plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup and much more. That's the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jampack with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only.

Standard pressing applies after 12 months further terms apply. Collini, did you know if your age between 25 and 65? Well, you can get a free HPV cervical check. It's one of the best ways to protect yourself from cervical cancer. And you know what? I actually checked only recently when mine was due and no exaggeration. It took me less than five minutes. You go online to hse.e.

forward slash cervical check. Put in your PPS number. Sheik in the date of birth. And then they tell you when your next appointment is due. Oh my God. That's real. And you can check you on the register on the website. So you can phone [phone].

If your test is due today, you can be. And book today are hcc. i.e. 4 slash cervical check. He was a captive. Ah, yes, I can remember the guy, David said, his voice low. He's not feeling well too. We thought he just was a new test subject that hadn't been starved or had their skin rotting away. He looked at Anne, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. You mean the one we found tied up in that auxiliary corridor?

Small for his age, dark hair. and nodded slowly, her gaze drifting upwards as if seeing the ceiling of the lab. Yes. Mr. Kahn. He, he was gentle. Quiet. Sometimes, when he had to bring things to our cages, at least until I was moved down, he'd just look at us with so much sadness. He couldn't do anything, he said. But he never hurt anyone. He was just trying to survive. She hugged herself tightly. her right arm wrapping around her chest. They told him, they told him they'd hurt his family

if he didn't do exactly what they said. He wasn't a scientist. He was just a delivery man, they said. Grabbed off the street. Her voice was barely a whisper now. He used to hum sometimes, very softly. When no one else was around. Little lullabies.

Johnny leaned back, a sigh escaping him. Oh dear. A prisoner helping prisoners. David rested his hand gently on Anne's knee. Thank you, Anne. That's important information about Mr. Kahn. We found him, and he's safe now. Getting help. A faint, fragile smile touched En's lips at the mention of Kahn being safe. It vanished as quickly as it appeared. The others. She trailed off, her eyes becoming distant again.

The others weren't like him. Not after a while. Even the ones who started out looking scared. They'd see Mr. Sand, or Mr. Taru, or others, that were sometimes moved up to get something, do things, and they'd just, watch, or turn away. And then they'd do something small themselves. A little poke. A little pinch.

Just to see what it felt like, maybe. And it would get bigger. and bigger. The euphoria of power quickly overrode their moral values. She shivered, despite the warmth of the room. It was like, the lab was hungry, and it ate away at them, until there was nothing left inside but the job. And the cruelty. Like a sickness, Johnny murmured, his gaze fixed on Anne's face. Yes, and whispered, her voice heavy with the weight of her memories. A sicker. A sicker. A sicker. She fell silent, the quiet in the room amplifying the unspoken horrors she had just described. There was also Mr. Conner, he was the mastermind, the sickness.

He knew exactly whom to place where. He was always calculated and precise. He made sure Mr. Taru and Mr. Sand were in charge for punishments while Mr. Con and Miss Condominium would interact as little as possible with us. He would make sure everyone would be, flourishing in the tasks of the lab they liked most. He wanted to sell the cure later. He didn't care for anyone, but he also didn't hurt anyone. He always motivated everyone to do his best. When new people were introduced, I never knew until at least six months after they were introduced,

he made sure to always only show the sunny side of the lab first and to gradually show more and more, destroyed people. If you were a new employee there, you'd first see nothing. Then after a few months mild rot. A few months later you'd already see patients who had severely rotten away. Then, you'd see your first torture later and you'd be swallowed deeper and deeper into the lab. I was only seen by the ones who had already been in the lab for years. If my state worsened I'd be given to more and more numb people.

When scientists were in an area for a long time they were promoted, in other words, moved to a more brutal sector of the lab. At least that's what I was able to deduce from being moved and seeing staff being moved. And then, eventually, well, I escaped and called the police. And everyone got busted. Funnily enough, the food also dropped from level to level. At first, I got bread and good meals. In the end, I had to survive off rats and vermin.

Johnny let out a slow breath. So... There's so much rugby on sports extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same. same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter sports extra is jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've got every Champions Cup match exclusively live, plus action from the

URC, the Challenge Cup and much more. Thus the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jam-packed with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only.

Standard Pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. Kalini, did you know of your age between 25 and 65? Well, you can get a free HPV cervical check. It's one of the best ways to protect yourself from cervical cancer. And you know what? I actually checked only recently when mine was due and no exaggeration. It took me less than five minutes. You go online to hse.e.

Forward slash cervical check. Put in your PPS number. Check in the date of birth. And then they tell you when your next appointment is due. Oh my God. I know. I know. And you can check you on the register on the website

so you can phone [phone]. If your test is due today, you can book it today or hscccccccccc. It wasn't just. a collection of sadists. It was, designed. A machine for breaking people down, staff and subjects alike. And nodded, her gaze fixed on some point in the distance. Yes. He knew. He knew what would happen. He planned it. Silence hung heavy in the air once more, punctuated only by the soft hum of the building's ventilation. David looked at and his expression a mixture of profound sadness and respect. And, he said, his voice gentle. What you've told us, it's incredibly

brave. And it's going to help us understand just how deep this went. How they operated. He paused, letting his words sink in. You said you deduced a lot of this from observing staff movements and your own experience being moved. That's remarkable, under those conditions. And didn't respond immediately, her face still and drawn. The recounting seemed to have exhausted her, pulling her back into the suffocating reality of the lab. Johnny spoke softly, and escaping and calling the police, getting out, you saved everyone, Anne. You stopped him. A faint tremor went through Anne's body. I. I just wanted it to stop, she murmured, her voice raw. For me. For the others. She finally met David's eyes, a flicker of vulnerability showing through her composure.

R, are they all gone? The ones who hurt us. David nodded firmly. Yes, Anne. Everyone involved in the lab was apprehended during the raid. Mr. Sand, Mr. Taru, Mr. Connor, they are all in custody. Miss Cond, too, though her situation is, complicated. and's shoulders seemed to relax infinitesimally at the confirmation.

The tension in her face eased slightly, replaced by a weary relief. It's over, Johnny added, his voice kind. Because of you, Anne. You ended it. She closed her eyes for a moment, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. It, it feels over, she whispered, the words of fragile admission. David reached out, gently covering her hand. with his own. You are safe now, N. You are not there anymore. And you don't ever have to be. He looked at Johnny, then back at N. We have a lot more questions about the lab's operations,

the other subjects, perhaps details that might help us with the ongoing investigation and help the other survivors. But, you've already given us so much today. If you need to stop, it's perfectly all right, and took a slow, deep breath, letting it out shakily. She wiped her cheek with her good hand. I. I think I can answer a little more, she said, her voice still quiet but gaining a touch more resilience. What else do you need to know? David squeezed her hand gently.

Thank you, Anne. Thank you. Let's take it slowly. Can you tell us anything about the total number of children? or how they chose who became a subject and nodded, her gaze distant again, returning to the ghosts of the past she was determined to confront. There were always cycles. She began. They'd bring new ones in, and then some would disappear, I lost track. Some died. Of course only the lowest areas were for corpse disposal. Nobody who wasn't used to corpses was supposed to be for

corpse disposal. They stuffed corpses into garbage bags and the higher floors thought the corpses of us children were garbage. Sometimes, sometimes you'd see a new delivery truck come in, and you'd know, more were coming. They were always scared. Tiny. She hugged herself tighter. How many? I don't know. Too many. Always too many. Sometimes they bring in older ones too, teenagers, but mostly little kids. Easier to, handle, I guess. Easier to break. And how were they chosen? David asked softly, and blinked slowly, focusing back on the room. Chosen. She seemed to consider the word. I. I heard them talk sometimes when they thought we couldn't understand, or wouldn't remember.

A shadow passed over her face. They looked for ones who wouldn't be missed. Runaways. There's so much rugby on Sports Extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter sports extra is jam-packed with rugby.

For the first time, we've got every Champions Cup match exclusively live, plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup, and much more. Thus the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jampack with rugby. That is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra.

New Sports Extra customers only. Standard Pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. Collini, did you know if your age between 25 and 65? Well, you can get a free HPV cervical check. It's one of the best ways to protect yourself from cervical cancer. And you know what? I actually checked only recently when mine was due and no exaggeration.

It took me less than five minutes. You go online to hse.e. Forward slash cervical check. Put in your PPS number. Check in the date of birth. And then they tell you when your next appointment is due. Oh my gosh, that's real. And you can check you're on the register on the website

so you can phone [phone]. If your test is due today, you can book it today are hcc.i.e. 4 slash cervical check. Children from difficult homes. Places where the police wouldn't look too hard or too soon. She swallowed her throat working and and sometimes they just took them.

From parks. From streets. Like Mr. Kahn. Her voice dropped to a whisper again. Just, gone. Nobody looking. Nobody caring. I was put into there after Mr. Greens, the serial killer,

murdered my parents and made a quick buck by selling me there. The room went silent again, the previous heavy quiet now feeling impossibly heavier. David and Johnny exchanged a look of stunned disbelief, their faces mirroring the fresh wave of horror that washed over them. The brutality they had heard about was immense, but the sheer, cold-blooded transaction of a child, sold by the man who had orphaned her, added a grotesque layer they hadn't fully anticipated. David's jaw tightened, his gentle demeanor hardening slightly at the edges.

He. Greens, he said, the name a bitter taste on his tongue. We know that name. He's, already accounted for. He didn't elaborate, but the implication was clear, Greens would face justice for all his crimes, including this one. Johnny leaned forward, his voice low and sympathetic. Anne, I. I am so sorry.

That is, that is beyond anything. And just stared ahead, her eyes blank. The word seemed to have been spoken not to them, but to the air, a statement of fact from a life steeped in the unbelievable. He said it was easy money, she murmured, her voice flat. Easier than fencing their things. She fell silent for a moment, the raw, unimaginable truth hanging between them. Then, slowly, she shifted, drawing her knees up slightly towards her chest, a protective gesture. The cycles, she said, her voice regaining a sliver of its earlier strength,

pulling herself back from the brink of that specific, searing memory. They always had new ones. To replace, the ones who were used up. She shuddered. Sometimes, sometimes you'd see them being brought in. Wrapped in blankets, quiet. You'd know they were new. Untouched.

And you'd just, dread what they would become. Did you ever interact with the new children? David asked softly, his gaze steady on her. Could you, try to warn them? Help them understand and shook her head slowly, the movement weary. No, never. We were kept strictly separate. The ones who were, more damaged, like me, were in the deeper levels.

The new ones, they started higher up, where it looked cleaner, where the scientists weren't so, broken yet. She paused, thinking, it was part of Mr. Conner's plan, I think. to ease the new staff in and to keep the new subjects, naive. They couldn't see what was coming until it was too late. Like the staff, Johnny observed the parallel striking and chilling. They were all being processed by the lab in different ways. Yes, and whispered.

Processed. That's a good word for it. She looked down at her hands again, flexing the fingers of her right hand. There was one little boy, when I was moved down a level. I saw him. He was very small. Crying quietly. He had bright red hair.

I never saw him again after that day. I don't know what happened to him. A fresh wave of sadness seemed to wash over her, the specific memory of that crying child adding another face to the nameless horror she had endured. David nodded, making a note on the pad in his hand. Red hair. Small. We'll check the records. See if we can identify him. He paused, letting the silence hang for a moment before continuing. And, you mentioned the levels and how the staff and subjects were moved according to their condition or time in the lab. Can you describe the different levels? What did you see? And took another shaky breath, preparing to delve deeper into the teared nightmare of the lab. There were, it felt like many floors. But they called them sectors, I think.

Or levels. The highest levels, they were almost sterile. Like a normal hospital lab, maybe. That's where Miss Condominium worked. And where the new subjects were brought in first. And in the last levels, you know, you ate rats. My daughter, Ellie, had this ankle pain. and we went to see VHI orthopedics.

They actually picked up on her fatigue issues. So they brought in a rheumatologist, and just a few small tests, they realized that Ellie was sediac. So what was brilliant was that VHI had a pediatric dietitian ready to help manage her diet. Really felt seamless. VHI, because your health means everything.

There's so much rugby on sports extra from Sky, They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter sports extra is jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've been every Champions Cup match exclusively live, bus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup and much more. That's the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place.

Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jam-packed with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only. Standard Pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. On the first floors we had, larger cells and in the lowest cells we were crouching in small cages that were alomst-like animal carriers.

I was moved so downward so quickly because I was a small child and it might have upset employees that hadn't been desensitized so much, do you need to know anything else? David let the words hang in the air for a moment, the weight of them settling in his chest. He had heard stories of places like the one and described, but hearing it firsthand, through the voice of a survivor, was something else entirely. Her resilience, even in the face of unimaginable horror, left him with a deep respect for her strength. And, he said softly, I know this is a lot. But your memory of those levels, of how everything was arranged, it could help us build a clearer picture of how the whole thing worked. We need to understand it, so we can ensure this never happens again. And's eyes flickered with something close to exhaustion, but she nodded.

Her voice was steady, though soft. The highest levels, they had rooms with glass windows. I used to wonder why it was so clean. And why the people who worked there never looked at us. They just, did their jobs. They didn't interact with us much. I think they still thought we were just experiments, not people. Once my hand was rotten and scabbed, I was moved down.

Then, down there, they hit me and restrained me for the first time. time. Then, one more floor down, they used chains and burned me for the first time. On the next floor, they choked and then, the deepest floor, where I spent the most of my time, one year, when I was nine and a half to ten and a half. My entire body was decaying at that point in there, they constantly waterboard us for hours. They burned us, one got her throat cut, another one was hanged, I was already whipped on the level before, but here they had no mercy. And they did it for longer and longer periods, in the end they did it for days. David and Johnny listened, their expressions growing increasingly grim as and described

the descent through the labs levels, each stepped down marking a new threshold of suffering. The contrast between the sterile, almost normal seeming upper floors and the unspeakable horrors of the lowest was stark and sickening. Glass windows, Johnny repeated his voice flat with this belief. Like a display. And they didn't look at you. No, and confirmed, her gaze distant again, seeing the sterile corridors in her mind. They just, performed their procedures, took samples, injected things.

It was clinical, impersonal, like we were specimens under a microscope. She shivered slightly, the memory of that cold indifference perhaps as chilling as the pain itself. Being moved down, that's when it started to change. The rooms got smaller, dirtier. The people, they looked different. More tired. Or angry. She described the progression, the first instance of physical restraint, the chains, the burns, the choking.

Her voice remained quiet, almost attacked. as if recounting a nightmare that had happened to someone else. But the subtle clench of her hands in her lap, the slight tremor in her shoulders, betrayed the deep trauma beneath the surface composure. The lowest levels, she whispered, the words heavy with the weight of countless agonizing hours. That's where, where Mr. Sand was most of the time. And Mr. Taru would visit. She swallowed hard.

The cages, they weren't even big enough to stand up straight. Just, metal boxes. And the smell, it was terrible. Sickness. Filt. Fear. Her voice wavered slightly as she spoke of the constant waterboarding, the burns, the unspeakable acts she had witnessed and endured. You'd hear things.

All the time. Crying. Screaming. Sometimes, sometimes you'd hear nothing at all. And you'd know. No. She trailed off, unable to articulate the grim certainty that silence in those lowest levels brought. David and Johnny remained silent for a long moment, absorbing the full impact of her words. The clinical detachment of the upper levels evolving into the outright sadism of the lower created a chilling picture of deliberate, escalating cruelty.

And, David said, his voice gentle but firm, thank you for telling us this. It paints a horrifying picture, but it's a picture we need. to see. He paused, letting her have a moment to compose herself. You mentioned the other subjects, those who disappeared, those who died. Do you? Do you have any memory of specific individuals who were in those lowest levels with you? And took another shaky breath, her eyes closed for a brief moment. When she opened them, the haunted look was still there, but there was also a flicker of something else, a quiet resolve to bear witness for those who couldn't. There was, there was a boy named Sam, she began, her voice soft.

He was older than me. Maybe, 10. 11. He tried to protect the younger ones. Tried to tell them stories. He didn't last very long down there. Her voice cracked. They, they broke him.

She recounted fragments of memories, a little girl who always hummed, even when she was hurting, a quiet teenager who spent hours. were staring at the wall, the nameless faces of those who faded and were gone. Each memory was a pinprick of pain, a testament to the lives consumed by the lab. It was hard to remember names, and admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. After a while, everything just blurred together. The pain, the hunger, the fear, and people, they just became, bodies. She hugged herself tighter, her right arm a frail anchor in the storm of her memories. But Sam. I remember Sam. She started to shake and tremble.

I can remember that I saw two getting hanged, one adult and a child, and two adults and a child got their throats cut. David nodded slowly, making notes. Johnny was starting to sweat. Sam. Around 10 or 11. Tried to help others. He looked at and, his gaze full of empathy. That's important, Anne. Every detail helps us understand the full scope of what happened. He glanced at Johnny, who gave a small, supportive nod.

Anne, David continued softly, you've been incredibly strong. You've given us information that is vital to understanding this case and helping the other survivors. We can take a break now if you need it. Or, if you feel you can continue, there are a few more things. that might help us. He left the choice entirely with her, giving her the control that had been so brutally denied to her for so long. The silence hung in the air, waiting for Anne's decision. The weight of the past pressed down, but the fragile light of hope, of justice, flickered in the quiet room. There also was an employee that tried to snitch, and said, but he got caught,

and well, the next day, Mr. Connor personally held a speech about dire consequences awaiting every one of the lab were to be revealed about how confidentiality was key, he also stated that unfortunately the employee that had tried to snitch had passed away tragically. Everyone understood, but no one spoke it out aloud, that's probably the thing that held them in line the most, the fear, but also the inability to communicate with others. David exchanged a heavy glance with Johnny, whose hand had started to tremble. The implications of N's latest revelation were stark. Connor hadn't just built a system that eroded humanity, he actively enforced silence and compliance

through lethal means, dressed up in corporate euphemisms like confidentiality and tragic accidents. So, Connor didn't just rely on the environment-breaking people, Johnny murmured, leaning back slightly, his brow furrowed. He used direct threats. Made an example. David nodded grimly and controlled the narrative completely, ensuring everyone knew the price of stepping out of line, without ever needing to explicitly state the murder. He turned back to Anne, his voice gentle, laced with concern. Anne, do you remember anything about that employee? Who they were?

What they tried to do? And shook her head slowly, her eyes fixed on her lap. No. I didn't know his name. I just heard, whispers. After it happened, people were scared, quieter than usual for days. She looked up, her gaze distant. Mr. Conner's speech, it wasn't angry.

It was calm, disappointed. Like, like a teacher talking about a broken rule. But everyone knew. Everyone felt the cold. The fear she mentioned wasn't just about physical punishment. David realized. It was the pervasive, chilling certainty that they were utterly trapped, monitored, and disposable, enforced by a leader who could orchestrate death with calm precision. It explains a lot, David said softly. Why no one spoke up sooner? Why even someone

like Miss Cond, who clearly felt empathy, felt trapped? The fear and the inability to communicate and echoed, nodding slightly. We were kept separate. The staff, they barely spoke to each other either, unless it was about work, especially across different levels. It was like everyone was in their own little box. Alone. She looked at David, a flicker of exhaustion crossing her face.

The effort of pulling these memories, organizing them, and speaking them aloud was clearly taking its toll. The initial determination of, was fading, replaced by a deep weariness. David saw it instantly. He placed his hand gently over hers again. And, he said, his voice firm but kind. You've done more than enough for today. More than we could have asked. This information about Conner's control, the attempted whistleblower, the enforced isolation, it adds crucial pieces to the puzzle. But you need to rest now. Johnny nodded in agreement. He's right, N. You've been incredibly brave, incredibly strong.

Pushing yourself further won't help anyone right now, least of all you. And didn't protest this time. She simply nodded, leaning back in her chair, the tension finally seeming to seep out of her small frame, leaving behind a profound tiredness. A single tear escaped and tracked its way down her cheek, but she didn't wipe it away. Okay, she whispered, the word barely audible. Okay, David repeated softly. We'll stop here for today. We can talk again when you feel ready. No pressure, no rush. Your well-being comes first. He squeezed her hand one last time before letting go. Thank you, Anne. Truly. What you did today, it matters. N's eyes started to gain their focus back. She started to tremble too.

w was it good and asked what i did busting the lab they said they were being good to us all the time was i ungrateful david met and's trembling gaze his expression softening with profound empathy and conviction he leaned forward slightly his voice low and steady cutting through her doubt and he said his tone leaving no room for argument what you did busting that lab was absolutely unequivocally good. It was incredibly brave. It was the right thing to do. He held her gaze firmly. Listen to me. When they told you they were being good to you, that was a lie. A cruel lie used to control you, to make you doubt yourself, just like all the other terrible things they did. There was nothing good about what happened in that place. Nothing. They hurt you. They hurt other children. They took away your childhood, your safety, your arm, they did monstrous things. He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in, wanting her to truly hear them past the echoes of her captors manipulation.

Being grateful doesn't apply when someone is hurting you, and, he continued gently but firmly. You don't owe gratitude to people who cause you pain and terror. What you felt, the need for it to stop, wasn't ungratefulness. It was survival. It was strength. It was strength. Johnny nodded emphatically beside him. They were the ones who were wrong and completely, horribly wrong. You saw the truth, even when they tried to twist it. You acted on it. You saved yourself, and you saved others who couldn't.

You stopped them from hurting anyone else. David reached out slowly, resting his hand near hers on the table, not touching unless she leaned into it. What you did took immense courage. You weren't ungrateful. You were heroic. Please, never doubt that. You did something truly good. The end.