"Who the h*ll are you?!" Dr. Collingwood shouted at the white-suited man, still trying to struggle out of the ropes pinning her to her chair.
"Who do you think I am?"
Dr. Collingwood shut her eyes, thinking about it as hard as she could, but she still couldn't connect the man in the white suit to any SCP she knew of.
"Enough with your games, whoever-you-are. I'm not in the mood for this. Besides, why are you keeping me here? If I ever did something to wrong you, I'm sorry and I'll try to do my best to fix that."
The man smiled, his eyes seeming to glow even brighter. He pulled up a chair next to her, sat down, grabbed her chin, and pulled her uncomfortably close, close enough so that their noses were touching.
"I'm keeping you here," he purred, "because I want you to suffer."
With that he roughly kissed her while his other hand gripped her arm. She tried to pull away, but it felt like trying to pull away from the grip of a grizzly bear. When he let go she sharply turned her head away, mortified and outraged. He simply laughed, got up, and walked away, disappearing into the darkness.
"Pervert," she snarled.
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The Breaking Wheel
FanfictionSome SCPs tear you apart. They'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth in order to kill you. Others reach deep into the darkest recesses of your mind, forcing you to face your worst fears, your deepest regrets, your greatest mistakes. (Disclaimer:...
