CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
"I heard medicines do not work against Alice Slade," the man sitting in front of Leto started. "So, how exactly are we keeping her in a medically-induced coma? Won't she escape eventually?"
Leto puffed her chest up in confidence and proudness at her techniques and knowledge. "We are not medicating her,"
"Then how?" the confusion was obvious in the man's eyes and voice.
Leto gave a smile. "We are manipulating the Freakquency she could hear. Her headphones, despite being homemade have been copied from our designs. But to be sure, we made her wear one of our new released. We are currently making her hear a different level of Freakquency, and it is a simple of a task for us,"
The man looked to be deep in thought. There was silence in the room as he thought to himself. Leto swore she could hear her own breathing. In a matter of minutes, the man looked up at her and nodded.
