Mad Scientist Takes A Liking To His Test Subject [Test Subject Listener] [Sci Fi] [Dark Fantasy]

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Why do I always get the newcomers? This one's a lot prettier than I thought. Don't look at me with those eyes.

Hundreds of you have looked at me with those eyes. It's never made a difference to me. You don't want to be here, and sometimes neither do I.

Now I have no other choice than to poke and prod you, experiment on you, and you either move on to someone else or I have to discard you. Nothing personal, but here is a first step. I have to let them know you have potential.

See you're a very special human being. You came to us with a set of symptoms that only a select few can get. It's a mutation that we intend to weaponize.

You came here with the very intention to find an answer, and you will find it under the guise of a placehead you thought would help you. There's a 50-50 chance that you might not survive. At first I was reluctant, but now it's just a job, so hold still.

The more you move, the more painful it will be. You have a few hours before I start, hmm? If you promise not to scream, what? I cannot help you.

You signed on the dotted line, and now you belong to me. I can do with you as I please. Now be quiet.

Things will go easier if you do as I say. All these years, and I've never given someone an explanation before. Maybe I'm losing my touch.

Now it's time for my medicine. In my days, I kept seeing her, leading me through a forest, holding my hand, and looking back at me with a smile. The deeper we went in, the more peaceful I was.

I feel warm, a warm embrace that I've never felt. Why? Who am I?