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[angelika marie renaldi]

(A n g e l i k a M a r i e R e n a l d i )

o h b a b y w o n ' t y o u s e t m e f r e e.
^{h e y d a r l i n g, c o m e o n, r i d e w i t h m e.}
where's your manners baby girl?

Marie, that's what everyone called me. Because that was the least likely to get mixed up with the lab rats. No one dared speak my first name in front of me, not when we were in the labs. There were too many rats with the same or similar name that I didn't want to be associated with them. Lab coats were for babies, such as the people surrounding me now. They were a chaotic, unordered mess of pressed bodies and flailing limbs as they tried frantically to gather as much information as they possibly could before the day ended and everyone was required in their dorms at curfew. Damn that stupid curfew. Didn't they know we could get so much more work done without a curfew in check? Damn them!

I walked to my darlings rats, two babies in their test tubes still and a cesarean female with a similar name to mine. Angie. That's what everyone called this rat. They must have been drunk when they assigned her to me. The adult female was of an average weight, height, and build. Nothing spectacular about the specimen. She had average dull brown hair, lifeless brown eyes and a tan from working outside in the outdoor testing pens. She looked worse than ever before today. It had me giddy with excitement. The serum I had injected into her system months ago was finally starting to take affect.

She snarled at me, how animalistic and savage of her, and clawed at me through the cage, even as I stood far out of her reach. She screamed every swear word she could think of, created a few new ones, and repeated the list when she ran out. It was like this every day. Always the same routine. Everyone else always asked me why I kept her around, I should just dispose of her and be done with it. But they didn't know, didn't know that she was vital to my work. She had everything i needed to complete what I was working on. I couldn't toss her aside like the trash she was, not yet at least. Not until I finished testing her, grew my perfect male, and bred them. My hand patted the tube holding the male in question. Fond imaginings going through my head. A tame mutation. Imagine it, having one of these as a pet!

Or better yet the perfect sex slave. Just imagining the insane sex you could have with one of these babies, well trained and perfectly bred for the best sex. Well, the others would scoff at it until the idea was complete. Until my dearest little baby grew up and had babies of his own I couldn't say how well my plan would work, but dammit it had to work. Fuck me sideways if it didn't!

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