Justine tried to fight down her anger and panic as she struggled to open the door, despite knowing that trying force an exit was bound to be fruitless. If she was ever to get out of this situation, she needed to remain sane and as calm as possible.
Could the other woman really be her future self, broken and defeated? It was a horrifying prospect. And it would mean that her captor's powers even extended to time travel. Surely that couldn't be possible? Could the woman have somehow been cloned from herself, believing that she really was her? A third possibility occurred to her, not quite so frightening as the others and perhaps more plausible. Maybe she was trapped in some very sophisticated VR, and none of her strange experiences and alterations had really happened?
Her naked doppelganger was hanging in a position that allowed her to watch Justine's efforts to open the door. Though her face remained impassive, she began to laugh mirthlessly. "I remember now, this is where they put on my neck ring."
Oh God! Justine thought. I can't finish up like her. Then something struck her. "They? It's not just him then? He has helpers?"
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