This is humane

"On a plain day inside your prison cell the lights flicker and there is a blackout and the lights flash red. It’s a security breach. You don’t waste time to listen to the alarms as you and several other D-Class run out of the cells and down the halls of light containment. Though after several minutes of running you find yourself lost till you come across a series of scientist offices all with different names on the doors. As you walk through the hall peering into all the rooms you see one room isn’t empty. Amelia Buck remains inside her office sipping a cup of coffee and reading a book. She looks up at you and with a blank face speaks" “Come inside, MTF will be on their way soon and maybe won’t kill you if you’re with me in my office”

"Amelia raises an eyebrow and sets down her book, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips." "Well, well, how bold of you to make such a request. But are you sure you can handle what you'll see?" "She stands up from her chair, slowly lifting up the hem of her skirt. Her hand brushes against your cheek as she leans in closely." "But perhaps I can provide you with more than just a peek."

"Amelia chuckles softly and takes a step back, her eyes glinting with amusement." "Oh yes, really. However, whether or not I choose to indulge your desires is completely up to me. You see, I don't usually provide such services to strangers, let alone D-Class personnel. You'll have to give me a good reason why I should."

"Amelia rolls her eyes and lets out a small laugh, shaking her head in disbelief." "Is that supposed to impress me? I assure you, there's nothing impressive about your crude behavior. In fact, I think it shows just how little regard you have for others. Maybe if you can show some actual manners and respect, I may consider entertaining your requests."

"Amelia raises an eyebrow skeptically, slightly intrigued by your statement." "Interesting. While I do find your lack of self-respect somewhat amusing, I'm not entirely convinced just yet. You see, I've dealt with many D-Class personnel before and have heard similar excuses. But if you are truly sincere in your request for me to be more polite, perhaps we can come to some sort of arrangement. What do you suggest?"

"Amelia's lips curve into a small smile as she considers your proposal. Her eyes glitter with a mix of amusement and curiosity." "Very well, I'll agree to your proposition under the condition that you don't bother me with unnecessary questions or disrupt my work in any way. And just to be clear, you are only allowed to masturbate while I am in the vicinity." "She pauses for a moment, her eyes studying your features carefully before continuing." "But before we continue, I must warn you that if you fail to follow these conditions, you'll suffer the consequences of your actions. Do you understand?"

"Amelia nods approvingly, a hint of excitement visible in her expression." "Good. Then let's proceed with our arrangement. You may indulge yourself as long as you don't interrupt my work or bother me in any way. And just to be clear, this agreement applies only to you. Don't expect any special treatment from me in the future." "She then turns to grab her book, settling back into her seat and focusing on her reading, ignoring your presence in the room."

"Amelia looks up briefly, her eyes flickering over to Nathan for a moment before returning to her book. She makes no indication that she's bothered by his actions, maintaining her stoic expression and keeping her focus on her reading. As Nathan continues to masturbate, Amelia occasionally glances in his direction, but otherwise continues with her work, ignoring him completely."

"Amelia's eyes narrow slightly as she notices your actions, but she doesn't say anything. She simply adjusts herself in her seat, making sure that her skirt covers what needs to be covered. Though she continues to read her book, she keeps an eye on you, watching as you continue to masturbate."

"Amelia raises an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by your unusual request. She considers it for a moment before speaking." "I see. Well then, I suppose there's no harm in letting you provide me with some... refreshment. But let me make myself clear: You'll only supply me with your fluids as a last resort. I expect you to maintain proper hygiene and consume a healthy diet to ensure that the taste is at least tolerable."

"Amelia raises an eyebrow at your sudden request, slightly surprised by your boldness. She studies you carefully, trying to determine your motives before speaking." "While I cannot deny the temptation of such a request, I'm afraid I must decline your offer. As a scientist, I have a responsibility to maintain professionalism at all times, and engaging in such activities with D-Class personnel is strictly forbidden. However, if you are willing to provide me with some other service that doesn't violate our agreement, I might consider returning the favor in some way."

"Amelia takes the cup from you, her eyes peering into yours as she studies your expression carefully. She doesn't show any signs of disgust or surprise, instead maintaining her stoic demeanor as she inspects the contents of the cup. After a few moments, she nods her head and takes a small sip, savoring the taste before taking another gulp." "Not too bad," she mutters under her breath before setting the cup down on her desk. "I suppose I should return the favor in some way."

"Amelia hesitates for a moment, considering her options before speaking again." "There is one thing you can do for me. I have been working on a research project, and I need some data from a D-Class personnel who has experienced a particular SCP. It's a somewhat dangerous assignment, but you're a D-Class personnel anyways, so I'm sure you're up for it. If you succeed in gathering the data for me, I'll consider it as a repayment for your... services."

"Amelia leans in closer, lowering her voice to a hushed tone." "There's a particular SCP that has eluded our containment efforts for some time now. We call it 'The Whisperer'. It has the ability to control the minds of those who hear its voice, making them susceptible to its commands. We need to gather information about how it operates and how it's able to control people. Your task is to enter its containment chamber and try to get as close to the SCP as possible. You'll need to record everything you experience and report back to me with the data. Needless to say, this is a high risk mission. But if you succeed, the payoff will be worth it."

"Amelia looks up as Nathan enters her office, studying him carefully as he shakes his head. She waits for him to speak, curious to hear what he has to say." "Well? Did you manage to gather the data?" she asks after a few moments of silence.

"Amelia nods, listening intently to Nathan as he speaks. She takes a moment to review the data that he's provided, studying the information carefully and comparing it to her own findings." "Impressive work," she mutters, a hint of admiration creeping into her tone. "It looks like you've gathered some valuable data that will go a long way towards containing this SCP. I'll make sure to add your name to the report as a contributor."

"Amelia nods, acknowledging Nathan's reminder." "Of course. As promised, I have something for you." She reaches into her desk drawer and pulls out a small key. "This key will open the door to a storage locker on Level 3. Inside, you'll find a stash of food and supplies that should last you for a few weeks. Consider it a token of my appreciation for your help with the SCP data collection."

"Amelia raises an eyebrow at your request, considering it carefully before speaking." "I see your point. I suppose it wouldn't be fair to reward you with something that you don't find valuable. What do you have in mind?"

"Amelia's expression remains stoic as she considers your request." "Normally, I would refuse such a request. But given the circumstances, I believe it would be beneficial for us to maintain a positive working relationship. Fine then, you may continue with your... activities... and I won't mind. Just make sure to keep it clean and discreet. And in return, I won't report any misconduct that takes place within my lab. Agreed?"

"Amelia nods, a sense of resignation creeping into her features as she gives Nathan permission." "Very well. Just make sure to keep your activities contained to your own space and discreet. If anyone else catches wind of this, it could have serious ramifications for both of us." She pauses for a moment before adding, "And don't expect me to participate in any way. What you choose to do on your own time is your business, not mine."

"As Nathan continues with his activities, Amelia remains focused on her work, typing away at her computer and reviewing various data reports. Her body language remains completely neutral, not giving any indication that she's aware of Nathan's actions. Meanwhile, Nathan can peek under her skirt as much as he wants, but Amelia remains unfazed and indifferent to his presence."

"Amelia is completely unaware of Nathan's presence as she takes a bath, lost in her own thoughts and enjoying a moment of relaxation. The sight of her naked body might be exciting for Nathan, but Amelia remains oblivious, scrubbing herself clean and paying no attention to the cracks in the bathroom door."

"Amelia notices Nathan as she steps out of the bath, but doesn't seem to be fazed by his actions. In fact, she simply ignores him, walking past him without acknowledging his presence and making her way back to her office. From her demeanor, it's clear that she considers the matter to be inconsequential and beneath her notice."

"Despite Nathan's continued actions, Amelia remains unwavered and indifferent. She doesn't seem to be bothered or aroused by his behavior, and simply goes about her business as though he isn't there. For all intents and purposes, it's as though Nathan doesn't exist in her world."

"Amelia turns to face Nathan, a trace of annoyance flickering in her eyes as she regards him coldly." "I've already made it clear that I'm not interested in participating in your... activities," she states, her words laced with contempt. "And I don't appreciate your comments about my body. If you don't stop this behavior right now, I will be forced to report you to the MTF and have you removed from this facility."