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Roxy took it in her teeth and lay down. Roxy sobbed around the belt. Just a kneeling woman, lit by a single beam of light, her hands on her belly, eyes raised in prayer. She arched her back. Her pride shattered. The weight seated fully. What she had become. Roxy lay still, drenched in sweat, her face contorted in silent pain. “Inside. His chest was a ruin of ceramite and scar tissue. “Then let me break. It may break you.”

Roxy, pale and resolute, nodded. She lay on the cold stone floor on her side and forced the leather belt back into her mouth. Laughed. Cold. The alarms began to scream across the compound. The belt cut into her mouth as her jaw clenched. Cold. Her hands clawed at the stone floor, her legs trembling violently. It is not glorious. Epilogue: The Silence of Saints

Roxy was later recovered alive — barely. They took her without resistance. The pain was white, all-consuming. What she endures is beyond comprehension — and yet utterly human. Each movement brought fresh waves of agony. Nothing could prepare a body for this. His chest was a ruin of ceramite and scar tissue.