Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace



The doctor chuckled, tossing aside the remote control and lowering his voice to whisper in my ear. "Today's test is over... I'll show you what real hell is like."

"Here, all subjects must obey me without question. You're no exception... Disobey, and I'll show you what punishment means.

He was threatening me.

I scoffed, leaning back in the chair.

The screen popped up with another question: In a world where memories can be implanted and hypnosis can fool even oneself, what's the point of a lie detector?

This time, someone was throwing big money at a question that was really about the organization.

Clearly, whoever was asking this question was enjoying my predicament...

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The doctor's lips curled into a smile as he picked up a syringe from a nearby rack. "Ensuring the purity of the drug, the truth serum is a gift from the questioner... Fully transparent, verified by the organization."

I struggled to free my wrists from their restraints, a truth serum... Basically, a drug designed to disrupt judgment and cognitive function, essentially a sedative...

I took a deep breath, staring at the screen.

My fingers tapped on the armrest of the chair, unintentionally.

I wasn't sure if Colin and Bran could see this live test...

"Alright..." Without warning, the doctor injected the drug into my system.

Once the drug entered the bloodstream, one would lose consciousness in three seconds.

The brain wouldn't actively think.

"Who told you to impersonate Phoebe, to mimic her?" On the screen, a question from a tycoon appeared.

The doctor grabbed my hair, forcing me to answer.

I knew... everyone was watching, the organization's people more than anyone else hoped I truly was Phoebe.

And I had to be Phoebe...

If I wasn't Phoebe, I'd lose my value, and losing value meant being recycled by the organization.

So, I had to be Phoebe.

The instinct to survive made me

struggle,

but my brain, out of r

spat out an answer,

Sweet

et

unaware of what I'd said.

The mechanical buzzing sound was piercing, and my consciousness began to blur.

When I woke up again, I was confined in a cubic cell that resembled an experimental chamber.

Here, there were numerous transparent labs, each housing a subject.

We were like lab rats, trapped for observation.

I banged on the transparent walls, glaring around in anger.

I didn't know how many questions they'd asked after the truth serum, nor how I'd answered...

If I truly wasn't Phoebe... had I been exposed by now?

I was somewhat scared, biting my finger as I sat on the bed.

Soon, I calmed down. If I really had lost my value, they wouldn't bother confining me again.

"Tick tock tick..." Suddenly, a bell rang throughout the cell.

I looked around in confusion. Everyone in the transparent cells, dressed in white hospital gowns, stood up. They behaved like well-trained pet dogs, waiting food that would follow the bell.

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I grimaced. Pavlovian conditioning... They didn't treat subjects as humans at all.

I counted in the cell, excluding myself, there were eight subjects, three men and five women.

Two of the female subjects had bulging bellies, clearly, the fetuses were new subjects as well.

The door opened, and the doctor

who had tested me entered

aet

team Behind him, staffitive

gear pushed a food cart.

The staff placed meals at the entrance of each cell before leaving.

When it came to my turn, a staff member was about to place my meal when the doctor stopped him.

Right in front of me, he threw all the food into a trash can.