Hannah Zimmer was a twenty-five-year-old woman who hadn't really done anything with her life. After graduating high school, rather than go to college, she had instead spent her time drifting from entry-level position to entry-level position. She lived alone in a rundown old apartment, which was all she could afford on a cashier's wages.
Her friends always told her she was wasting her time. They would constantly tell her how intelligent and pretty she was, and how sad it was to watch her let life pass her by. They often told her that with her looks she could be a model.
Hannah knew she was attractive. A long mane of straight black hair fell loosely over her petite shoulders, framing her ovalish face and intense green eyes. Her body was trim, in good shape. Her smallish breasts were the perfect compliment to the gentle curve of her hips.
Hannah's attractiveness, mixed with the fact that few would notice her absence, made her a perfect test subject.
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Hannah opened her eyes suddenly and, had it not been for the restraints, would have shot up. Her entire body was shaking and, though she couldn't remember what had happened, she knew something bad was happening.
The room was dark save for a small light hanging from the ceiling. Hannah tried to struggle but realized quickly that it was futile. Like some insane mental patient her wrists, arms, shoulders, waist, legs, and ankles were all strapped to the cold hard mattress. She couldn't even scream for the gag she was wearing.
It seemed like an eternity before two men in white lab coats entered the room. Her eyes grew wide with terror as she watched one of them produce a hypodermic needle. She thrashed as much as the restraints would allow, her muffled cries not even heard.
Seconds after feeling the needle puncture her neck, she passed out again.
When she opened her eyes again...