The Beginning
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Last published Thu, Oct 14, 2021
How long had it been since she had been trapped in this underground facility? Every day the same thing; testing, training, sleeping, and killing. It's not her fault she was born this way, but they don't care. They will continue to experiment on her until they are satisfied. Will this be her life until the moment she dies? Or will she somehow find salvation outside of this place?
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