Katarina POV At The Experiment Lab
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The straps on my wrists groaned as I pulled against them. Plastic—tight. Too tight. My skin was raw underneath.
The lights overhead weren’t normal hospital lights. They buzzed. Flickered. Like they were alive and watching me. The whole room smelled like burnt wires, bleach, and metal that had seen too much blood.
My mouth tasted like cotton. Or old pennies.
The doctor stood behind the glass, his shadow moving like a smear across the wall.
Then the door creaked open.
He came in like a ghost—long lab coat, gloves on, clipboard in one hand, syringe in the other. His shoes didn’t make a sound. That was the worst part. Even the floor didn’t dare piss him off.
“Good morning, subject K.”
His voice scratched the air.
“Today’s the big one. We wipe
