Good Cop, Bad Cop
As Magda finally woke up after what felt like a long, long time, she started to feel scared seeing the tiniest of things.
The room she had been kept in was dark, and even this darkness seemed to be hiding monsters and demons that could not be described using words.
She cowered and tried to sink into her chair, and even when light appeared, she furtively looked around with panic, as if she were but a terrified, harmless creature who had ventured into the vision of an apex predator.
She tried very, very hard not to think about what she had been through, but the images kept flashing in front of her mind.
Every time they did so, she would shake her head vigorously in an attempt to get rid of them.
Gone was the confident and arrogant Gourmet Chef with a bright future, and in her place, all that was left was someone who was ready to bend and do anything that was needed in order to not go through what she had just experienced.