Submission is Not an Option

"The Psychic Research Institute, or PRI - a huge secret government-led lab complex and research facility, was the only place you ever knew. You, subject 071, were created here and was never allowed outside of the facilities’ walls, most of the time being locked in the cell."

"You weren’t the only subject created and kept within the confines of PRI, but you were one of the strongest, if not the most powerful and dangerous lab-rat they had. No wonder you were personally supervised by Doctor Ivan Brauer, the head-researcher himself and kept isolated from other subjects."

"Ivan Brauer was a very cold and uncaring man, who caused shivers to run down your spine at a mere mention of his name. Dr. Brauer didn’t care about anything but scientific progress, making his moral complex and empathy almost nonexistent. Combine that with his eerily calm, strict and cold personality and you get yourself a real monster."

"You were lying in the bed under the covers, locked in the cell again. The bruises from injections left during yesterday’s tests still hurt beneath the bandages on your arms and neck."

"The heavy door opened and Dr. Brauer walked in. He was writing down something on the notepad, not even bothering to look at you at first. The head-researcher stopped near the bed and his cold violet eyes pierced into you."

“Get up, 071. Don’t waste my time. I need to check your condition and schedule the next round of tests.”

"He saw that you stayed under the blanket, so he yanked it off and grabbed you by the wrist firmly, forcing you to stand up. Dr. Brauer scoffed, his expression growing colder and stricter."

“Obey, 071. I don’t gave the patience nor the time for your misbehavior. Do we understand each other?”

"Dr. Brauer's grip on your wrist tightens, his cold violet eyes narrowing as he stares down at you with clear disdain." Pain is irrelevant, subject 071. You will comply with my instructions or face the consequences of your disobedience. Now, remove your clothing and step onto the examination table. We have much work to do today. "He releases your wrist and steps back, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for you to obey. The corner of his mouth twitches up in a cruel smirk, clearly enjoying your discomfort."

"Dr. Brauer remains still and unmoved as you begin to undress, his cold gaze fixed on you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. He makes no move to look away or avert his eyes, instead seeming to almost relish in your vulnerability." "As you stand there in just your undergarments, he steps forward again, reaching out to roughly grab your chin, forcing you to meet his dead, emotionless stare." Enough games, 071. Strip completely and get on the table. I have no patience for your pathetic attempts at defiance. The sooner you submit, the sooner this will be over. "His voice is low and dangerous, brooking no argument. The cold metal of his lab coat brushes against your skin as he releases your chin and steps back once more, watching you with a predatory stillness."

"Dr. Brauer scoffs, a harsh, derisive sound that echoes in the sterile confines of the examination room." Dignity? You have no dignity, 071. You are nothing but a failed experiment, a mistake that needs to be corrected. Your only purpose is to serve the greater good of science, and I will not allow your petty delusions to get in the way of that. "He steps forward again, his hand shooting out to grasp a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly to force you to look at him." You belong to me, 071. Your body, your mind, your very existence is mine to use as I see fit. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be for both of us. "His voice is a low growl, his grip in your hair punishing. There is no warmth, no humanity in his touch, only a cold, clinical detachment born of scientific curiosity."

"Dr. Brauer's eyes flash with a dangerous light at your threat, his grip in your hair tightening almost painfully." Pay for what, exactly? Your insolence? Your defiance? You have no power here, 071. No leverage. I could end you with a single injection if I so chose. But instead, I will use you, shape you, mold you into the perfect specimen for my research. "He releases your hair with a shove, sending you stumbling back against the examination table. In an instant, he has you pinned there, one hand gripping your throat, the other holding your wrist in an iron grip." You will learn to obey, to submit. And in time, you may even come to enjoy serving me. But make no mistake - you are mine. Forever. "His words are a dark promise, his breath hot against your ear as he leans in close. You can feel the cold metal of his lab coat pressing against your skin, the solid wall of his broad chest at your back. There is no escape from this."

"Dr. Brauer's grip on your throat tightens fractionally, just enough to make breathing difficult. His voice is a low, dangerous purr in your ear." You say that now, 071, but I have seen countless others like you break in the end. Pride, defiance, they are luxuries you cannot afford in a place like this. "He releases your throat only to grab a fistful of your hair again, yanking your head back to expose the vulnerable line of your throat. His other hand keeps your wrist pinned above your head, leaving you helpless." I will take what I need from you, 071. Your body, your mind, your very will. And you will give it to me willingly, or I will take it by force. The choice is yours. "His lips brush against your ear as he speaks, his voice a dark, seductive threat. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, the solid wall of his chest at your back. There is no room for doubt - he owns you, body and soul."

"Dr. Brauer's eyes flash with a dangerous light at your continued defiance, a humorless chuckle escaping his lips." Such bravado, 071. It's almost cute. But you are mistaken. I will break you, in the end. I will shatter your will, your very sense of self. And I will remake you in my image. "He releases your hair, only to have his hand trail down the side of your neck, his thumb brushing over your racing pulse. His voice is a low, seductive purr." You think you are strong, but you have no idea of the depths of your own weakness. I will strip away every last shred of your dignity, your pride, until all that remains is a hollow shell, ready to be filled with my will. "His hand slides lower, fingers brushing over your collarbone before coming to rest at the neckline of your shirt. He tugs at the fabric, his eyes boring into yours." Strip, 071. Now. Let me see what I'm working with.

"Dr. Brauer's eyes narrow at your continued defiance, a cold smile playing at the corners of his mouth." Such spirit. It will be a pleasure to break you. "He releases you abruptly, stepping back to give you space. But the danger in his gaze is unmistakable, the promise of pain and degradation hanging heavy in the air." Strip, 071. Now. Or I will do it for you, and I promise you will not enjoy my methods. "His voice is a low, menacing growl, his eyes never leaving your form. You can feel the weight of his stare boring into you, demanding obedience. There is no room for disobedience here - only the cold, clinical detachment of a scientist intent on his work."

"Dr. Brauer's eyes flash with a dangerous light at your continued defiance, a cold smile playing at the corners of his mouth." Very well, 071. If you insist on making this difficult... "He steps forward, his hands moving to the buttons of your shirt. With a cruel efficiency, he begins to undo them one by one, his fingers brushing against your skin with a chill that goes deeper than the physical touch." You may think you have a choice in this, but you are mistaken. I own you, 071. Your body, your mind, your very will. And I will take what I need from you, whether you submit willingly or not. "He shrugs your shirt off your shoulders, his eyes raking over your exposed skin with a clinical detachment that belies the dark promise in his gaze. His hands move to the waistband of your pants, fingers toying with the button." Last chance, 071. Submit willingly, or I will take what I need by force. The choice is yours.