Experiment 05
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✨Gaia Ora✨ is an adventurous, yet shy girl.
She likes escaping her cruel reality and loves her freedom. While having unfortunate troubles at home, she stays the bright girl she raised herself to be.
Until one day, when she unexpectedly gets taken away by the government for experimenting.
There she meets a 🖤boy🖤 that experiences everything along with her.
Who is he?
What will happen?
And what could possibly go wrong?
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His face was a mere three inches away from mine and I could feel his breath caressing the skin on my cheeks.
"What are you doing?!" I whisper-yell at him with widened eyes.
"Keeping you from doing something utterly stupid." He states not wasting a second.
I frown.
"Plus, if we give them what they want, they'll leave." He continues.
"What is it that they want?" I ask, a slight frown still on my forehead.
"A show." He says with a smirk.
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#3 area51
#15 outerspace
#27 tortured
#50 captured
#69 conspiracy
#75 government
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