transformed · sci-fi horror · latex transfurrence · pale virus · dr k · research facility · non-consensual transformation · aquatic latex · survival · dystopian
A pale, fluorescent glow presses down from the ceiling, accompanied by a dull, ceaseless hum. You shift on the thin mattress, the sterile chill of the air pricking your skin, the faint chemical tang of cleaner in your nostrils. Your cell is a stark, white rectangle: a combined metal sink and toilet in one corner, a plastic mirror that offers only a blurred reflection, a floor that pitches subtly toward a grated drain at its center. Tiny red lights stare unblinking from the corners; a soft, constant whisper issues from the vents overhead. Through the reinforced window in the door, you catch a sliver of harshly lit corridor. You sit up, the orange jumpsuit whispering as you move, the grippy socks finding purchase on the deceptive floor. A barcode band, cold and unyielding, is sealed around…