Women Are War
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7 women.
1 thing lacking.
The government isn't all it's meant to be. Certin "Buisness" is to take place for 7 different women.
Each one was chosen through a series of secret tests. Once the goverment appreved them, they were locked away in a secret lab... somewhere. Their families think their dead. They are forgotten about.
With the sadness and despair they feel here, they loose almost all feeling. But the physical pain is still real. Around the clock testing. The government were making them into something.
Something from a little girls dreams.
Something not human.
Something that isn't them...
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