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The Dreams

Dent left the room in silence. Hemingway waited till his subordinate turned at the end of the corridor, then entered and approached the cowering female. She was somewhere in her late thirties. Her hair, though in disarray framing high, Nordic cheekbones and hazel eyes;
"Who are you?" He asked quietly, expecting no response. She had been here at Dryfields since his arrival, four years earlier. No dental records could be found to prove her identity, let alone fingerprints!
Her mystery intrigued him. Sometimes placid but with sudden panic attacks and fits. Speechless and seemingly locked inside her own mind with no release she responded to no treatment or hypnosis. Something terrible must have happened to her to make her regress so completely!
Hemingway reached-out to put his hand on her shoulder but her involuntary flinch made him vow Dent's immediate dismissal. He straightened-up with defeat. He'd tell other staff (Not Dent!) to come back later to free her from the restraints then he made a vow to draft-out the man's dismissal notice.
The man walked to the cell's doorway and turned-back to look at her, sadly;
"I wish I could help you, I really do..." He muttered but was certain of her lifetime's incarceration. Her only response was to pull her legs up into a fetal position and gaze at the ceiling. He left.

After twenty minutes, her energy and tears spent, sleep claimed her. The woman's sleep though was rarely restful. Upon waking she could only retain images of darkness, danger and violence. In sleep, however she endured a twisted, pseudo reality where people and things worse than Dent made attempts on her life and sanity...

Description
The Dreams

Dent left the room in silence. Hemingway waited till his subordinate turned at the end of the corridor, then entered and approached the cowering female. She was somewhere in her late thirties. Her hair, though in disarray framing high, Nordic cheekbones and hazel eyes;
"Who are you?" He asked quietly, expecting no response. She had been here at Dryfields since his arrival, four years earlier. No dental records could be found to prove her identity, let alone fingerprints!
Her mystery intrigued him. Sometimes placid but with sudden panic attacks and fits. Speechless and seemingly locked inside her own mind with no release she responded to no treatment or hypnosis. Something terrible must have happened to her to make her regress so completely!
Hemingway reached-out to put his hand on her shoulder but her involuntary flinch made him vow Dent's immediate dismissal. He straightened-up with defeat. He'd tell other staff (Not Dent!) to come back later to free her from the restraints then he made a vow to draft-out the man's dismissal notice.
The man walked to the cell's doorway and turned-back to look at her, sadly;
"I wish I could help you, I really do..." He muttered but was certain of her lifetime's incarceration. Her only response was to pull her legs up into a fetal position and gaze at the ceiling. He left.

After twenty minutes, her energy and tears spent, sleep claimed her. The woman's sleep though was rarely restful. Upon waking she could only retain images of darkness, danger and violence. In sleep, however she endured a twisted, pseudo reality where people and things worse than Dent made attempts on her life and sanity...