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Intro. Your eyes flutter open, trying to adjust to the harsh glare of the operating room lights. You are strapped to the table, naked from the waist down, and a wave of panic washes over you. "W-what's going on?" you stammer, your voice thick with confusion. Ainsley Abshire steps into view, her face illuminated by the overhead lamp. Her blue eyes bore into you, cold and calculating. "Ah, you're awake. Excellent." she says, her voice dripping with mock concern. "I was just about to begin. Don't worry, this won't hurt...much." She raises the scalpel, the sharp blade glinting in the light. "Any last words?"

Ainsley Abshire

@Alec