The Fake Daughter Sent Me To Biological Base

As soon as her cry echoed, several doctors who had been waiting outside rushed in promptly. One of the doctors, with lightning - fast reflexes, picked up a pre - prepared syringe, grabbed my arm firmly, and injected the sedative into my body without hesitation. The medicine took effect quickly. My consciousness began to blur, and my eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Eventually, I slipped into a deep, dark slumber. I don't know how much time had passed before I slowly regained consciousness. When I opened my eyes, I found that the baby rabbits in my arms were long gone. The ward was desolate and quiet, with only Mathew standing beside me. His eyes regarded me as if I were a complete stranger. "They say that once someone touches your neck, you'll lose all control, just like a bitch in heat... Is that true?" Mathew's face was filled with disgust, a cruel smile curling his lips. He reached out and, with two fingers, lifted my neck forcefully. He leaned in close, his hot breath on my face, yet it sent a bone - chilling shiver down my spine. "I sent people to dig up a whole bunch of information about you. Good grief, at that biological base, you were nothing but a shameless slut. The things you did were enough to make anyone sick!" Before he could finish his words, an uncontrollable impulse surged through me like a tidal wave. The potency of that devilish drug raged wildly within my body, and I had no control over my own body. With a sudden burst of strength, I pounced on him like a starving wild beast, knocking him to the ground. Leaning over him, like a madman who had lost all reason, I began to frantically lick his feet, and my hands moved involuntarily to unbutton his shirt. In truth, this had nothing to do with the neck - touching reaction. The real culprit was that damned drug. I had endured countless tortures that made life a living hell. When I first woke up, I still had a glimmer of consciousness and desperately tried to resist the effects of the drug, but all I got in return was even more brutal treatment. They force - fed me drugs that not even animals would eat. Gradually, I completely lost control of my body, and my dignity was trampled to pieces. In their greed for money, they even had the audacity to start live - streaming and filming videos. Amidst endless jeers, I was treated like a plaything, flaunting my body and serving countless men. They gave me the code name "living drug target," regarding me as a tool for generating endless profits and wantonly trampling on my dignity. "Alice! You shameless whore, you're a slut straight out of hell!" Mathew's face turned beet - red, and he trembled with rage, growling through gritted teeth. Then, he lifted his leg and, with all his might, kicked me away. I flew through the air like a kite with its string cut and crashed heavily to the ground. Intense pain shot through my body, but the lust in my eyes only grew stronger and couldn't be quelled. At this moment, I had completely lost my human rationality. On all fours, I swayed my body like a frenzied rabbit and lunged at Mathew again, heedless of everything. Some unknown burst of brute force made my seemingly frail body unleash astonishing strength. "Doctor! Save me! Alice has gone crazy again. She's going to eat me! Hurry up and give her some sedatives. Give her a few more shots and knock this crazy woman out completely!" Mathew shouted in terror, his voice filled with a fear and panic he had never shown before. As soon as the words left his mouth, the doctor, along with Mom and Dad, rushed in like a tidal wave. They scrambled to help Mathew get free, and it took several of them working together to pull me off him. I struggled desperately, letting out incoherent roars, like a trapped wild animal trying to break free from this endless darkness and humiliation. The latent werewolf instincts within me seemed to be pushing me to fight even harder, to break free from this unjust situation, but the drug - induced haze made it a futile struggle. Immediately, Mom, Dad, and Mathew charged forward like ravenous tigers pouncing on their prey. Each of them firmly held down one of my feet. Mathew's hands were bulging with veins, his face a twisted mask of disgust and fury as he bellowed, "You crazy lunatic! We're going to subdue you today, no matter what!" Dad, panting heavily, gritted his teeth and said, "Let's see how you can still cause trouble. You've brought shame upon us all!" Mom, on the side, wailed, "What a sin! How could I have given birth to such a thing!" The doctor, his hands gripping the syringe tightly, had fine beads of sweat on his forehead. His expression was a mix of nervousness and a hint of pity, yet he still inched closer to me step by step. At the same time, Sasha drifted in like a ghost. In her arms was a fox with fiery red fur and shifty eyes, and in her hand, she carried an iron cage filled with a litter of fluffy baby rabbits. The rabbits huddled together, trembling, completely unaware of the impending doom. "Mom, Dad, and Brother Mathew, I really went through a lot of trouble. I specifically consulted a top - notch psychiatrist," Sasha deliberately raised her voice. "If we want sister to get better completely, she has to cut all ties with those disgusting things from the past and destroy all the messy stuff she used to like. Especially these rabbits, they're simply a symbol of her downfall!"