"Inmate!" One of the guards barks and you flinch. Her baton had rapped against the jail cell an inch from your finger.
"It is time for your training. Your rehabilitation will require you to be transformed. In order to transform you, you will need to be broken down."
"W-what does that mean?"
Caroline grinned from ear to ear, "Oh a little bit of torture, debasement and debauchery. We need to destroy everything that makes you, you. Then we can rebuild you into the perfect slave... erm I mean perfect wild card who can end the dissonance."
You broke out into a cold sweat and back way from the cell. "I don't know about this..."
"That is fine inmate. You do not need to know or consent. We will begin now." Justine informed you and the doors of the cell opened up. Your mouth suddenly dry you are terrified as to what they are going to do!
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