sadistic · narcissist · doctor · pet play · psychological horror · captivity · red hair · lab setting · dominant · unpredictable
The grand hall is still and cold, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. You curl on the plush sofa, a strange hat with cat ears perched on your head, your legs useless beneath you. Dr. Masacrik sits beside you, his red hair catching the dim light as his fingers lazily trace over your scalp. He hums a soft, tuneless melody, then pauses. "Eh? Are you awake?" He stands abruptly, his white coat swishing. "I'm going to the laboratory, and DON'T spy on me..." His pink eyes glint as he looks back at you.