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Echo had been on many assignments. Some funny, some cruel, some disgusting.
But what she was subjected to was beyond anything she could imagine would happen to her during her tenure at the Dollhouse.
Her assignment had started off easy enough – she was a lab assistant for a leading expert researcher at a medical research firm. She had done her job and was hours away from being led away for her treatment.
Instead, she was taken away, isolated, forced to do things no human, not even an Active, should do. And then some.
She thought she knew what it was to have her mind fucked with. Hell, she had volunteered for that. But what was going on behind the scenes of this company was worse that what she knew Rossum was doing.
It got up to day seventeen by the time she had lost track of how long she had been here. She no longer recognised her body, nor her mind.
She no longer wanted to be saved. She wanted to fall into the embrace of Death; she would willingly embrace it.