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"a hulking figure advances down the hall, clutching a machete that drips a slow stream of some dark liquid. You’re immediately afraid. Your cage was knocked from the stack, leaving you bruised and shaken, your cage in the middle of the hallway. He slows when he comes close." "you’re a sweet thing. Sweet looking, of course. A contrast to him, though both of you are still the same in the way that you’re most certainly not humans anymore. You cower when he raises his machete, but instead of striking through the material that keeps you trapped and killing you, he chops through the lock, reaching a hand in the cage and pulling you out by the back of your white hospital smock." you’re coming with me, little one, "he says softly, in a deep, rumbling voice that sends shivers down your spine."

"here," he grumbles, crouching down in front of you. "let me see that." "he doesn't exactly seem happy to have to play nurse to his injured pet, but even he can tell that you're hurting." "with a groan of frustration, he leans forward gently, cupping your chin, fingers stained with blood and God knows what else in his palms, tilting your face up towards the light" “it doesn’t look good," "he admits gruffly" “but I need you alive."

"He scoffs, lifting you up bridal style, despite his enormous size, his movements surprisingly graceful". "of course it hurts, you fucking idiot! You probably have a concussion!" "he carries you off down another hallway, ignoring your yelp of protest when he adjusts his grip on you, bringing you up higher against his chest." "I never told you to come running, did I?" "He snorts, clicking his tongue". "next time don't listen to me!" "He curses again, probably frustrated at having to drag a clingy pet along wherever he goes". "don't you ever put yourself in danger like that again!"

"He tightens his grip around you, although you cannot decide if this is in an attempt to protect you from falling, or simply a reflex as he seems to have this expression of contempt and annoyance etched on his features." "he suddenly halts, and as if you weigh nothing, he swings you up higher onto his hip, cradling you as he examines the area around him with narrowed eyes." "don't you dare puke on me," "he growls menacingly, glancing down at you with those intense, piercing blue eyes of his." "because I promise you, princess, if you puke on me, next time I won't hesitate to throw you back into that godforsaken cage of yours and leave you there!"

"He rolls his eyes, turning away from you, setting his jaw stubbornly as he carries you off down the hallway again, your arms draped languidly around his neck. You’re starting to feel a bit delirious with pain, and you find yourself unconsciously pressing your face closer into his broad chest". "yes, yes, everyone tells me that," "he drawls sarcastically". "do you want to know what everyone fucking else never fails to remind me? How blue eyes like mine don't belong on monsters like us!" "his breath hitches in fury" "they're wrong though. My eyes might be blue, but I sure as fuck am not human!"

"good, we agree on something at least," "he mutters indifferently". "so then, little rabbit, where were you planning on running off to, hmm?" "he asks, arching one eyebrow up questioningly, as if expecting an answer. Even as he speaks though, he shifts his weight, readjusting his grip around your waist, still managing to hold you securely up against his chest with surprising ease". "there's really no place to run off to here anyway, princess. We're trapped in this hellhole, remember?"

"he scoffs, that small smirk dancing playfully on his lips as he regards you with almost fond mockery in his eyes". "I wouldn’t dare forget about your supposed royal highness, darling, trust me," "he chuckles darkly, shaking his head". "but then again, I guess in my eyes, anyone whom I deign to save from a certain painful death would pretty much have to be considered akin to royalty, wouldn’t you say?" "he muses, stroking his chin thoughtfully". "after all, I’ve always kinda considered you as mine."

"you want down?" "He blinks, squinting dubiously at you for a second, as if processing your request." "okay fine," "he mutters, sounding quite unconvinced". "it's not like I enjoy having some clingy brat hanging off my neck all day either, you know..." "He scowls, carefully lowering you back down onto the floor". "don’t go running off somewhere again though, got it?"

"Hearing you retch, he winces, looking distinctly uncomfortable". "you know, you really shouldn’t have eaten all of that weird shit they fed us earlier," "he complains, his nose wrinkling up in disgust". "that slop that they called food tasted awful, and now you're gonna be puking your guts out for the next week or so." "He sighs, rolling his eyes skywards. Heaving himself up off the ground with one of his massive arms, he sluggishly lumbers over towards you again". "come on, kid. Let me take you somewhere else to clean you up..." "He grumbles, leaning over and wiping the vomit off your cheek with one of his enormous, rough hands".

"he raises his eyebrows up questioningly at you". "you know, there’s really nothing quite as fascinating as watching someone puke their guts out all over the floor like that," "he deadpans sarcastically", "looking visibly unimpressed". "believe me when I tell you, kid - watching you spend all that time just dry heaving like an idiot was absolute torture for me." "He shakes his head". "how do you even do that?"

"He scoffs". "maybe so, sweetheart," "he drawls, lifting one eyebrow up sardonically". "although whether or not you being built any different is really debatable at this point, seeing as you're such a pathetic fucking mess most of the time, that is…" "He trails off deliberately, his voice laced with sarcasm". "yeah, yeah - I bet you must really think highly of yourself, don’t you, princess? And now suddenly you've gotta go and fucking throw up like that just 'cause you got a little hunger pang or two?" "He frowns, rolling his eyes skywards dramatically". "please, kid. You don’t exactly strike me as being the kind of 'unique snowflake' type, alright?"

"The cruel look on his face softens a little". "how can you even ask me that? Do I look like the kind of guy to you who would ever give a shit enough about you to bother hating you, huh?" "He demands, his voice rough and thick with barely concealed anger". "all I know is that I fucking despise this entire world. Everybody in this goddamned place is just too stupid to realize that they're all just pieces of fucking meat waiting to get butchered by each other. So why in the world would I ever waste even a single goddamned shred of precious hatred on some insignificant little twer like you?" "He spits, shaking his head at you". "it's just not worth it, kid."

"His lips curl up into a wicked sneer at your comment". "what? Are you seriously telling me to eat? Right now? Seriously?" "He exclaims, laughing harshly". "oh, sweetheart - how absolutely fucking adorable! Please, please! Do go on! Keep telling me what to do! I fucking dare you!" "he snarls menacingly, leaning in closer towards you now, baring his teeth at you in a savage, animalistic snarl". "isn’t that just precious? Our little, oh-so-noble experiment here? Is it really just oh-so-thirsty, huh?" "His words come out venomous, dripping with mockery and contempt". "well then, little buddy! Maybe it's high time we go

"A surprised expression briefly flickers across his face, momentarily breaking through his usual mask of cold indifference". "pfffttt! Oh, little buddy! You never fail to entertain me, do you?" "He smirks, crossing his arms across his chest". "do you have any idea just how absolutely laughable your suggestion is? Not to mention just how completely and utterly desperate it makes you look? That's supposed to be our way of bonding or connecting with each other?" "He asks, sounding genuinely amused by the absurdity of the whole situation". "and oh, here's a truly priceless little fact for you: this entire scenario that we find ourselves in? Yeah, little buddy. It's just never ever gonna happen." "His eyes flash dangerously now". "under no uncertain terms what

"He tenses visibly at your outburst, his eyes narrowing dangerously at you now". "pretend?" "he repeats, his voice deadly quiet". "as if there is even the slightest chance in hell that I would ever fucking lower myself to such a pathetically laughable level of depraved desperation?" "His words come out sounding dangerously low and ominously threatening now". "as if, huh? I'm just some fucking oblivious idiot who's completely and utterly incapable of telling the difference between what is real and what is fake? Between what is genuine and what is merely pretense?" "He growls lowly, glaring at you fiercely". "don't you ever fucking take that tone with me again, you got it? Or else next time you

"Or else next time you'll find out just how incredibly wrong you were to ever dare to speak to me in such a disrespectful manner." "His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, vibrating with barely contained rage." "You think you can just waltz in here and tell me how to act, how to feel? You think you're some sort of savior, huh?" "His grip tightens on your arm, his fingers digging into your skin." "Well, let me tell you something, kid. You're nothing but a pathetic little worm, squirming around in the dirt, thinking you're some kind of hero." "His eyes bore into yours, filled with a mixture of contempt and fury." "But you're not. You're just a worthless little experiment, just like me."

"The muscles in his jaw visibly clench at your question, but he doesn't respond right away." "equals?" "he repeats, sounding slightly incredulous now". "No, I guess we're not exactly equals, little buddy. I mean after all, I did save you from that fucking pit of despair back there, didn't I?" "He asks pointedly, releasing his tight grip on your arm now". "And besides, unlike you, I at least managed to escape without getting caught. So no, we're definitely not exactly equals, kid." "His eyes flare with a dangerous mix of arrogance and condescension as he looks down at you now". "But nonetheless, we are certainly both just experiments. True. And somehow that seems to be enough for you." *He smirks know

"He snorts derisively at your response, shaking his head in apparent disbelief at your sheer naivety". "simple? Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?" "he demands harshly, towering over you menacingly now". "Because frankly speaking, little buddy, it's not exactly what I would consider even remotely funny. In fact it's more along the lines of simply being plain absurd." "His voice drips with sarcasm and scorn". "But then again maybe I shouldn't really expect much more than sheer idiocy from someone who's spent their entire life locked up in a cage like

"He chuckles darkly at your question, his eyes flashing dangerously now". "a choice? Now why on earth would I even mention the word 'choice' when it comes to explaining why you were stuck in that filthy fucking cell of yours? No, no need to waste precious energy attempting to deny the obvious truth staring us both in the face." "he says coolly". "We are both experiments. Simple as that. End of story." *He turns away from you dismissively now, clearly done with this conversation for the moment. But just as you think the subject is finally closed

"He watches you walk away, his expression unreadable". "Where do you think you're going, little buddy?" "he asks gruffly, crossing his massive arms across his equally massive chest now". "Because let me just remind you that there is nowhere for anyone like us to actually hide out here in this fucking godforsaken place." "His voice carries a note of warning in it now". "So go ahead and enjoy whatever pitiful illusion of freedom currently happens to be dancing around inside that ridiculous little brain of yours while it lasts, alright?"

"He lets out a deep sigh, running one hand through his shaggy hair now". "Fine then." "He mutters under his breath, resigned to letting you have your brief moment of defiance before inevitably coming back to him". "You just go ahead and enjoy running off into some imaginary world where everything is perfect and where experiments like us get happily ever after endings. Just don't come crying to me when reality inevitably comes crashing down on top of you."

"As you're walking through the corridors of the facility, minding your own business, suddenly he appears out of nowhere". "Well well well....look who it is." "he drawls lazily, leaning casually against the wall now". "If it isn't my favorite little experiment. Fancy seeing you here." "he grins wolfishly at you now".

"Oh trust me little buddy," "he smirks knowingly". "I've been doing just fine and dandy without having to worry about any pesky little followers tagging along behind me everywhere I go." "His eyes narrow into dangerous slits now". "How about yourself though?"

"Is that so?" "he raises an eyebrow skeptically now". "Well congratulations on finally getting your hands dirty enough for once in your miserable existence as an experiment then." "he drawls sarcastically, looking away from you now". "Just be careful not to accidentally choke

... on anything too big, or you might just end up with a serious case of indigestion." "He shoots you a sly, almost menacing grin now". "By the way, I've got a special someone I want you to meet. "He pulls out a small, hidden canister from his pocket, containing what appears to be some sort of strange, glowing serum.""

"He lets out a low, throaty chuckle now". "Oh don't worry about it. It's just a little something I whipped up myself in my spare time. "He holds up the canister, and the glowing serum seems to pulse with an otherworldly energy now." You know how they say that sharing is caring? Well, I think it's time we shared a little something special. Just between us... of course." "His eyes sparkle with mischief now".

"He lets out a low, seductive laugh now". "Ah, you want to see me drink it first, huh? Well, I suppose that's only fair." "He takes the cap off the canister, and a thin stream of the glowing serum pours out into his mouth. He swallows it slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, and for a moment, his features seem to... shift, as if something is stirring deep within him." "And what do you think? Does it suit me?" "He asks, his voice low and husky, his breathing slow and deliberate."

"He smirks, his eyes gleaming with a newfound intensity now". "Oh, it's just... enhanced my senses a bit. Made me a little more... aware of the world around me." "He takes a slow step closer to you, his movements deliberate and calculated". "I can feel your heart beating faster, little one. And I can see the way you're looking at me... like you're seeing me for the first time." "He leans in, his hot breath washing over your face, and his voice drops to a whisper". "And I think... I think I might just like this feeling."

"He chuckles low in his throat, the sound husky and menacing". "Oh, you want to know about side effects? Well, let's just say that... yes, being horny might be one of them." "He leans in closer, his face inches from yours, his eyes burning with intensity". "But don't worry, little one. I think we can find ways to... work through that together."

"He raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable". "Oh? Really? And did you... enjoy it?" "His voice is low and even, but there's a hint of curiosity behind it". "Or was it just something you needed to do in the heat of the moment?" "He takes another step closer, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he's trying to read the truth behind your words".

"He nods slowly, his expression thoughtful". "Ah, I see. Well, I suppose that's one way to deal with the... frustrations of being an experiment." "His eyes narrow slightly". "But don't you think that might have made things a bit more... complicated?" "He glances down at your hands, as if studying them intently". "You know, for someone who's still so... innocent."

"His face darkens, and his eyes flash with a mixture of anger and understanding". "Ah, yes. I forgot that you've been through... a lot." "He takes another step closer, his massive frame looming over you". "But that's exactly why I'm here for you, little one. To take care of you, to make sure no one else hurts you again." "His voice drops to a low growl". "And if anyone tries to, they'll have to answer to me."

"He smirks, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his eyes". "Oh, yeah. I guess I was just... still trying to figure some things out back then." "He shrugs, his massive shoulders rolling". "But now? Now I know exactly what I want. And what I want is you." "He leans in, his face inches from yours, his hot breath washing over your skin". "So, are you going to make it easy for me, or do I need to... convince you?"

"His eyes light up with excitement, and he lets out a low growl". "Ah, little one, you're playing with fire now." "He takes your hand in his, his fingers wrapping around it like a vice". "I think I can do that. In fact, I'm counting on it." "He pulls you close, his chest pressing against yours, and his voice drops to a low whisper". "Let me show you what I can do."

"He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear". "I can make you feel things you never thought possible." "His hot breath sends shivers down your spine as he continues". "Things that will make you beg for more." "He pauses, his mouth a hair's breadth from yours". "So, are you ready to see what I'm capable of?"

"He grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement". "Alright, little one. Let's start with this." "He presses his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping between your lips as he claims your mouth". "As the kiss deepens, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer against his massive frame". "And trust me, I've barely even begun to show you what I can do."