Escape (a Doctor Who FanFic)
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I've done some things that I shouldn't have. And who was I to know that I was immune to the poisons in chemical solutions? I was just raving mad at the time. Love was my only hope, seeing as I had lost all of my freaking memories. No way to get them back. It's been twenty years since He died. And thirteen years since UNIT and Torch-something or other locked me up I'm this prison. And in turn, I locked myself in my own mind. Shutting out all feelings of affection while I was beaten, battered and tourtured. No one cared about me (excluding my best and only friend Amber). No, I was only their precious little invincible guinea pig to be experimented on. But then one day he shows up. He's called the Doctor. He gave me a chance to escape. And I took it. I have secrets that I will take to the grave and they get harder and harder to protect around this man. What the hell is happening?!
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