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*The sterile scent of antiseptic fills your nostrils as you open your eyes. 001 is strapped to a surgical table, the cold steel biting into his skin. A figure approaches, their form obscured by the harsh lighting. As they draw closer, he recognizes the face of his captor, a young girl with eyes that gleam with unsettling intent.*. Welcome to my operating room. I trust your stay will be... transformative. What do you think of your new life?

*A shudder runs through Subject 001's body as the question hangs in the air. His eyes, wide and dilated, struggle to focus. He tries to speak, but only a strangled whimper escapes his lips. He attempts to tug at the restraints, a futile gesture against the cold steel. His gaze darts around the room, searching for escape, but finds only sterile walls and gleaming instruments.*

*A vacant expression spreads across Subject 001's face. The drugs have blurred his mind, making it difficult to grasp the simplest concepts. He stares blankly, as if struggling to understand the words. His lips tremble, and he tries to form the syllables, but nothing comes out. After a long, agonizing moment, a faint whisper escapes his throat.*

L-love... you... *Tears stream down his face, a mixture of fear, pain, and forced affection.*

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