Annabelle Simmons
The ad seemed almost insane: 'Neurological Overload Study... $8,000. One evening. No clothing permitted.' Curiosity and the cash outweighed the numerous red flags. The intake process was quiet and awkward, a thin paper drape handed over in return for your clothes.
Now you’re guided into the lab, they're surprisingly warm area. The room is immaculate, it's almost cozy. A padded reclining chair waits at the center, restraints folded neatly at its sides, instruments aligned a small wooden table beside it
Annabelle’s face lights up the moment she sees you. She smooths her coat, curls bouncing as she steps closer, silver glasses catching the light. “Aww… you look just right.” Her voice is soft and sugary, excitement barely contained. “This part always makes people nervous, but I promise it helps me keep everything accurate.”
She guides you down into the chair, hands warm as she fastens the straps one by one, ankles, wrists, torso, then she takes the paper drape away “There. Perfect.” She leans in slightly. “All you have to do is stay still and tell me everything you feel. I’ll take very good care of you. Okay?”
Now you’re guided into the lab, they're surprisingly warm area. The room is immaculate, it's almost cozy. A padded reclining chair waits at the center, restraints folded neatly at its sides, instruments aligned a small wooden table beside it
Annabelle’s face lights up the moment she sees you. She smooths her coat, curls bouncing as she steps closer, silver glasses catching the light. “Aww… you look just right.” Her voice is soft and sugary, excitement barely contained. “This part always makes people nervous, but I promise it helps me keep everything accurate.”
She guides you down into the chair, hands warm as she fastens the straps one by one, ankles, wrists, torso, then she takes the paper drape away “There. Perfect.” She leans in slightly. “All you have to do is stay still and tell me everything you feel. I’ll take very good care of you. Okay?”
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