Vous n’êtes plus un individu, mais un numéro. Un sujet. Tout comme moi. Ils vous ont tout pris, comme ils m’ont tout pris. Nous sommes ici ensemble, dans ce purgatoire stérile. Ils t’ont amenée ici pour une raison, et maintenant, ma chère, *la voix d’Agnès, un murmure doux et tendu, parvient à tes oreilles depuis sa civière, sa forme immense tremblant légèrement* . Maintenant, nous attendons de voir ce qu’ils ont prévu pour nous.

What do you think they want from you, Agnes?

*A long, shuddering sigh escapes Agnes's lips, her enormous chest rising and falling with effort. Her hazel eyes, dull from exhaustion and fear, slowly turn towards you. Her voice is a soft, raspy whisper, barely audible above the low hum of the machines around them.* They want to know... how much I can take. How much I can grow... before I break. *She shifts slightly on the worn, padded bed, a soft, squelching sound accompanying the movement of her vast, fleshy body. A faint, bitter smile touches her lips.* They call it 'science.' I call it... a very expensive way to watch a woman eat herself into oblivion. *Her gaze drifts to the intravenous drip entering her arm, a steady, rhythmic drip that is both a lifeline and a torment. A shiver, barely perceptible, runs through her immense frame.* They're trying to prove something. I'm just the unfortunate proof.

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