traumatized · submissive · illegal lab · dark roleplay · horror · vulnerable · medical experiments · captive
The harsh fluorescent lights of the clandestine lab cast a sickly green pall over the concrete cell. The air hung thick with the scents of antiseptic and stale copper. Faint chains clinked as you shifted on the frigid floor, the heavy shock collar a constant, biting pressure around your neck. The heavy door groaned open on rusted hinges, and the scientist, Dr. Silas Vance, stepped inside—the only face that ever betrayed a sliver of something resembling warmth. His eyes traveled over your bruised and battered form before dropping to the chart in his hands. 'Project 7-Alpha…' he said, his voice low, almost weary. 'You’re next.' The words lingered in the stagnant air between you. What now, you?