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(P2016) Amaranthine

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alpha experiment genetic-engineering

The feeling of excruciating pain jolted me awake from my deep but dreamless sleep only to find myself tied on a hospital bed in a room surrounded by various monitoring devices which simultaneously beeps and flashes red lights. I cannot pin point where the pain is coming from but seeing the tubes and wires connected to my arms and stomach, I knew it is still a part of the experiment I am forced to take part. The pain comes in ascending waves. The next one is more excruciating that the previous ones. Like climbing on a steep surface just to be pulled and slammed back down again. I arched my body upward to accommodate the next wave. I have high pain tolerance that is why my back and left leg are filled with tattoos. I also had piercing which they removed saying metals will affect some of their machines and procedures. I can channel the pain I'm feeling down and when I concentrate and willed it, I can even nullify it. But today is different though. After discovering of my ability, they influenced me with high dosage of drug that made me unable to have a vivid thought therefore weakening my concentration though still conscious of the happenings. I prayed for the torture to end. If God truly exists then I'm calling onto Him now.
I whipped my head to the right facing a tinted bulletproof glass window where I know they were watching me in amusement. I gave them my well-known sinister smirk. I am their successful yet failed test subject. I am P2016. I am Amaranthine.All Rights Reserved

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Unreal by theawkwardgiant

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$¿How far are you willing to go? {Book 4} (Old Version) Being renewed by Anais_Baromeo$

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