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Genetic Perfection

Summary:

Malta's body is no longer her own, enslaved to the whims of Zydrate, she found herself trapped in the clutches of Pavi Largo, the privileged son of Gene.co. Forced to constantly change her appearance to please others, Malta yearns for freedom from her oppressive existence. A glimmer of hope appears, offering her a way out, but it leads her straight into another contract with the Largo family, plunging her deeper into their web of control. Will Malta find true liberation or remain forever entangled in the Largo's sinister grasp? Prepare to embark on a journey into the unknown, where the line between freedom and captivity becomes blurred, and the consequences of one's choices are more dire than ever. This gripping fan fiction takes place just before and after the events of Repo the Genetic Opera, and ventures into unexplored territories.

I would like to inform readers that the upcoming content may include scenes depicting drug use involving zydrate, graphic violence and gore, self harm, as well as sexual references and nature.

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Before we begin I would like to inform readers that the upcoming content may include scenes depicting drug use involving zydrate, graphic violence and gore, self harm, as well as sexual references and nature. I kindly ask readers to exercise caution and discretion while proceeding.

 

Prologue

In a world obsessed with genetic perfection, I once believed every word they said. I underwent countless surgeries, altering my face and body. But no matter how much I transformed, my disdain for myself remained unchanged. I had foolishly signed a contract with the infamous Pavi Largo to feed my addiction. In exchange for free surgeries, I was bound to work in his sinister underground cabaret club, known as 'The Knife'. I had become addicted to the very drug and instrument that carved my body and face into the supposed 'epitome' of perfection.

I had attempted to escape once before, but the Repo Man always found me, dragging me back to the place I despised calling home. Trapped in this never-ending nightmare, I had sold my soul to vanity.

The thought of my past addiction sickened me. My face had remained untouched for over a month, but I knew it wouldn't last. Pavi would soon grow tired of me and force me to undergo another transformation. There was no way out of this mess. I had no choice but to plaster a smile on the lips the doctors had given me and pray that I wouldn't encounter the Repo Man again. This was no fairy tale, and I certainly wasn't a princess. No matter how desperately I wished for someone to save me, to set me free, I knew it would never happen. I was condemned to be stuck here for the rest of my life.