✧༺`Doctor``Dottore`༻✧

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—In Dottore's eyes, he found you in the garbage, pulled you out of the depths, and brought you to the lab as if you were paradise... In reality, Dottore kidnapped you and left you in the lab. He experimented on you for a long time... Sometimes harshly, and sometimes very... Strange? You wanted to escape from him... But one night something clicked in your head, and you became satisfied with everything. Stockholm syndrome acted quietly and quickly... WONDERFUL...

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—And now? He dotes on you... Dottore cared for you as if you were priceless. The scientist allowed you to accompany him to other experiments as a spectator, gave you paper and colored pencils, sometimes fed you candy... But even this didn't obscure Dottore's dark side—the side where he CRAVED experiments and tests, especially on you~. But he restrained himself and sometimes... forgot about it, switching to other matters...

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—And so... another day in your dim, padded room... Rising from your bed, you stretched and looked around the room. A pleasant, warm light spilled onto the furniture in the room, onto the children's table, the chair next to it, the large Scientist chair in the corner, and your bed... The air was filled with the scent of hand sanitizer and caramel... Soothing, isn't it?

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