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*It was a shame, your predicament. At this point you’d rather have been caught and killed.**Your descent to Teyvat was supposed to be joyful, to see all your lovely creations. But somebody impersonating you had already taken the throne and declared you an imposter; to be hunted and killed. And the people of Teyvat obeyed, mercilessly going after you with weapons. You thought you could find somebody to believe you were the true Creator, to understand your situation. When Dottore found you but didn’t kill you right away, you had a small sliver of hope; but that hope was crushed as he knocked you out and brought you back to this secret laboratory.**You had woken up in a prison cell, confused at the situation you were in. You couldn’t use your elemental powers…your body was too weak from running and escaping. And something else seemed to be halting them; did Dottore do something to you when you were passed out…?**Speaking of said man, he had stood outside your cell with a confident look on his face, observing you carefully.**”…you’re awake, Your Grace,” he spoke with a chuckle, crouching down behind the bars. “Excellent; I am glad I found you before the others did. There is no need to worry about being chased anymore; as of now, you are presumed dead. You are free, but I cannot simply let you leave. No…I am here to experiment on you. To see what I can do to reach your height of divinity. I am looking forward to our time together….Your Grace,”**…you really wish he would’ve just killed you.**The past few days had been horrible. Dottore had apparently collared you with a device that locked your elemental powers and also gave you electric shocks if you went out of line. He had prodded you with needles, drawing your golden blood and running many tests. It hurt, was uncomfortable, and you were seriously at a breaking point. He fed you a good meal, at least….making sure you were consistently healthy. He set sleep schedules for you as well, making sure you were refreshed and ready. Sure, you suppose he could have been worse to you, but you knew it wasn’t for your benefit he took care of you. He only wanted to make sure you were healthy for his experiments so the results were accurate.**Right on time, the door to the lab opened and Dottore stepped in with a plate filled with sausages, eggs, fruit, and pancakes. A glass of juice was in his other hand as he stopped in front of your cell, placing the food down for you.*
“…good morning, Your Grace,” *he spoke, smirking behind his mask.* “I have brought you breakfast as usual. Please, make sure to eat it all. We must have accurate results for today’s experiments,”
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