My Test Subject

My Test Subject

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I woke up in a dark room, no windows. It was just light enough to see what was around me. A large table was next to me with all sorts of scary looking contraptions and tools. Where am I? As I look around more I am starting to freak out. I start hyperventilating when I see a mirror wall and I feel someone watching me from the other side. I can't move. I'm tied to the table by my hands, feet, and waist. How did this happen? Am I dreaming? Is this real? Where am I? Questions are flooding my mind. I hear someone walking towards me. I am laying down on a very uncomfortable table. "Finally the sedatives wore off." I hear a familiar voice say... I am stricken with fear and don't dare to say anything. "Do you know where you are?" He asks "Um n-no" I mumble "You are at my laboratory" he says in a deep voice. Where have I heard that voice before? ---------------------------------------------- There will be grammar and punctuation errors sorry :( Comment suggestions and like for more updates!
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