You woke up shivering, and your eyes opened to see you were still within a crude glass container within a stone laboratory. You had been there for awhile, you and a few other humans scattered around the room in similar containers, but in different conditions, both mental and physical. You all were bought by some sorcerer, an anthro with an affinity to the forces of creation and life. They were extremely rare, with one anthro showing some inclination towards the art in thousands. What your exact purpose was or will be is a mystery, but either way this could end quick or slowly, with or without pain. The wooden door swung open and...
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