It's all in the eyes

It's all in the eyes

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My name is Azalea Mayer and I'm not human,well not anymore. The government took me from my home about seven months back. For six months they poked, probed, and experimented on me. But then it stopped; they haven't talked to me since. Before they left me for the last time in this room they put a collar thing on me, I overheard them saying they can't kill me, but can electrocute me to close to death with it. Apparently they can do many things with it. My parents both are in the military, it's hard but we got through it, gosh I miss them so much. My dad prepared me to go through hand and hand, knifes, guns, but never this. I'm scared I'm hungry I'm tired They're coming..
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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