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LifeAsALittleSister
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In this huge underground place called Anamalia Center. Different Animiliuses (which are people that can turn into one kind of animal anytime they wanted to) are brought here by the government and locked in this place until they do something called a "moral-conditioning" on us. It's where they would tell you not to change into your form over and over again and if you did so then they would torture you, in other words it was brainwashing. Once your brainwashed to never use your powers society considers you "human" enough to be free and they let you go.
The Center was very much like prison, everyone got their own cells that were impossible to break out of in any way. The meals were decent, you get to know people and every day for a couple of hours you get some what they called break time and send everyone into a room full of different records from a record player, a pool table and a T.V. basically a waiting room until it is your turn to be tortured. The head of this facility was a woman named Daisy McRoy, you go by her rules and you will suffer as little pain as possible.
It's been five years since I have been in this wrenched place. Every Friday some poor soul would get caught using their ability and end up here. You either see new people on a Friday, or none at all.
My name was Minzy and my inner beast was an Arctic Fox. I have been in this facility for five years now, everyone get's ten years in here, no matter who you are. It all depended on if you wanted to stay longer.
It was break time and I was leaning against the wall, staring at the main doors.
((I look like this))
The Center was very much like prison, everyone got their own cells that were impossible to break out of in any way. The meals were decent, you get to know people and every day for a couple of hours you get some what they called break time and send everyone into a room full of different records from a record player, a pool table and a T.V. basically a waiting room until it is your turn to be tortured. The head of this facility was a woman named Daisy McRoy, you go by her rules and you will suffer as little pain as possible.
It's been five years since I have been in this wrenched place. Every Friday some poor soul would get caught using their ability and end up here. You either see new people on a Friday, or none at all.
My name was Minzy and my inner beast was an Arctic Fox. I have been in this facility for five years now, everyone get's ten years in here, no matter who you are. It all depended on if you wanted to stay longer.
It was break time and I was leaning against the wall, staring at the main doors.
((I look like this))
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