Caitlin Lab Rats Novels & Stories

he commented before leaving the class I decided to go home to conclude my 3rd week of research . My subject for this experiment was a rat, which had been carefully monitored and treated with a specific antibiotic regimen over the past few months. Today's observation would be critical in determining the success of the treatment. I got to my locker and dropped my books, leaving my locker, my steps were interrupted by a familiar voice “Hi Roby” Rosaline greeted, placing her hand on my arm. “Move your hand if you won't want to lose them” I threatened calmly, making her to quickly pull her hand

I stared at her white cat profile picture and let out a cold laugh in my heart. "Take your tests well, Sabrina. You're counting down your good days anyway." After the math test in the afternoon, more discussions followed, and by the evening science test, the debate grew more intense. I spent the entire day in the laboratory, checking in three times, writing five pages of lab logs, and getting captured on the security cameras for ten hours. When Professor Richard checked the logs that evening, he nodded. "Kiara Callaway, right? Nice work. Your records are thorough and well organized."

Over the course of five years, I was tortured repeatedly—my limbs broken and reset, my flesh sliced open, and my body completely ruined. In order to survive, I was reduced to fighting dogs for food. When I truly felt I could barely hold on any longer, I went to great lengths to steal Dr. Harding's phone. I tried to get Eliza to bring me home, but what I got in return was her immediate refusal. "You must pay the price for what you've done. Just stay there and be the test subject for Christopher's drugs. And quit plotting to come back and replace him!"