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I want her dead, but for a woman like her there is a far worse fate:
She may hate me.
She will still be mine.
I awoke in hell. I don’t know who I was before, or where I came from. If I ever knew anything but darkness and pain.
What I am now is a machine. A weapon, whose every breath is controlled by the technology fused with my very DNA.
Bound in eternal servitude.
She did this.
Doctor Adelaide Thompson made me into the perfect soldier. A protector, incapable of doing her harm. But all I fantasize about is my hands around her throat. Her...
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