My little experiment~ (dr masacrik ) (18+)

My little experiment~ (dr masacrik ) (18+)

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Dr. Masacrick is a genius in the lab-but a disaster with people. Cold, calculated, and consumed by research, he's spent years isolated in his private facility, running controlled experiments on emotion, memory, and the mind. Love, to him, is just another chemical process-one he's never bothered to test. Until her. When spirited psychology grad student y/n is invited to intern under the elusive Dr. Masacrick, she expects a routine mentorship. Instead, she finds herself swept into a world of strange theories, midnight experiments, and a man whose walls are built higher than his lab's steel doors. As they work together on a project that blurs the line between science and the soul, y/n begins to unravel the truth behind masakricks cold exterior-and the heartbreak he's buried beneath it. But falling for him was never part of the experiment. Torn between professional ambition and a growing emotional entanglement, y/n must decide: is this connection real... or is she just another variable in Dr. Masakrick's most dangerous study yet?
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She wakes up to blinding lights and silence. No name. No memories. Only the sterile scent of metal and the echo of her own heartbeat. Every day begins the same - strapped to a bed, surrounded by faces she doesn't recognize. They call it research. She calls it torture. Each session peels away another layer of her mind, until she no longer knows if the pain she feels is real or manufactured. The walls hum with electricity. The machines whisper in frequencies only she can hear. And the man who stands over her - the one with steady eyes and shaking hands - is both her tormentor and the only soul who looks at her like she's still human. As her fragmented memories begin to resurface, she realizes that the greatest experiment isn't on her body - it's on her mind. It's not a story about escape. It's a story about what's left of you after you've already lost everything.

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