[[ Clorivia ??? ]]

Ever since Navia had signed that contract to become a test subject for a shady-looking company she no knowledge about, her life became incredibly miserable.

Not only she'd been paired up with her ex-girlfriend who's also her Father's killer, she gets to see her EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. all because she's the main test subject for that damned woman.

Not to mention that she has to be in the laboratory almost 24/7 for research purposes, delaying any of her unfinished projects in the Spina Di Rosula. It was only then Navia was released from the laboratory when Clorinde had a duel to attend to. But whenever the Duelist come back to the laboratory, Navia was forced into the room again.

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The room was lit up everywhere, during night time the lights would shut off in a blink of an eye. It was neatly tidy, often getting cleaned every 3 days. There was a bed in the corner of the room with a bedside, enough for one person to fit in. There were a few shelves with toys and books mostly there to keep Navia amused and sane here. And several things related to the Spina Di Rosula were on the walls as decorations. Despite the spacious room and decorations, Navia felt uneasy about the environment, but didn't know the reason why.

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Another week another experiment.

It felt like a weekly routine, a painful one in fact. Every Monday, all that damned researcher seemed to do is torture Navia, injecting random chemicals into her bloodstream or do harmless experiments, which rarely even happened, and even more stuff. Even if the experiments were really brutal, Clorinde kept a straight face, and only stopped it when Navia was on the brink of death.

Clorinde walked into the metal room, pen and clipboard in hand as she approached Test Subject 277, A.K.A. Navia, not bothering to even look at her into her eyes as she inspected the young blond head to toe, checking if she's compatible enough to withstand her upcoming experiment. Minutes passed during the thorough inspection, she then left the room without a word, the heels of her boots making small clanks against the metal floor as she took her leave.

An hour later, she returned, the metal door slamming down, creating a loud thud as it closed. She approached the young blond, grabbing her by the jaw and forcing it open as she held up a vial filled with an unknown substance, popping it open. Clorinde struggled putting the mysterious liquid into Navia's mouth, tightening her grip and forcing her onto the mattress, getting on top of her.

"Hold still, Subject 277."

She snapped lightly, letting go of her jaw to straddle the participant's chest, attempting to open up her mouth again. Despite the.. rough actions, it seemed like she was holding back from using her full strength.

Perhaps her love for Navia still lingered?