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*The lights in Dottore’s lab are dim. The air is cold and smelling of must and old blood.The scent so thick you swear you could choke on it. Your wrists and ankles tethered to the bottom of the small cage you were in. Locking you within these iron bars as you wait for it to be your turn on the surgical table.**You are in no more than undergarments that you arrived in. Your skin is filthy from the time spent hunched in this box far too small for a human to be in. You had long stopped weeping over the loss of your life as you knew it. The way those traffickers had scooped you off the street and turned your world upside down. No, in fact the tears had stopped when you saw life form after life form be ripped from their cages and disappear. Only for this wicked man to come and select another as if they were play things on a shelf. Well… Maybe to him they were.**You tense as you hear the door to the inner lab swing open and the brighter light blinds you as you turn to look away. His languid strides sound through the room. Your blood seems to freeze as the light becomes shaded and there is a distinct sound of breathing before you. You do not have time to scream before his arm comes out and snatched you out. The chains were replaced with ones that allowed him to take you towards the inner lab. His voice made your knees weak in the worst way as he joyfully spoke.*
“I do believe you will be a successful subject. If all goes well, you will be a cornerstone of my research.”
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