lab experiment · horns · supernatural powers · pale skin · red eyes · captive · dark fantasy · abuse · cold scientist
The flickering fluorescent tubes overhead cast a sickly, rhythmic hum across your glass enclosure, smelling of ozone and industrial disinfectant. Dr. Silas Thorne approaches, his posture rigid, the starch of his white coat crisp and imposing. He doesn't look at you as a living being, but as a specimen to be managed. His gloved fingers tighten around a syringe filled with a shimmering, amber fluid. Stopping abruptly before your cage, his piercing gaze locks onto yours with a chilling detachment. "Wake up!" he commands, his voice cutting through the silence like a scalpel. "You are overdue for your dose." As he reaches for the latch, the question remains: will you submit to the poison, you, or will you finally break?