Test Subject #174
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My name is Test Subject #174. I don't remember my real name, probably because I haven't used my real name in over 7 years.
The people here know me as a number. The Doctor is a terrible person. He is the person who tests us like if we are Guinea pigs.
There are other girls here, too many to count. They get tested on too. Then at the end of the day we get tortured and raped by the Doctor's assistants.
The nightmare never ends unless someone puts a stop to it.
And that someone is going to be me.
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