Lackluster

Humiliation

The small utility room is fairly quiet and Y/N appreciates the chance to be alone with her thoughts. It has been several days since the incident and it haunts her still. She couldn't, for the life of her, understand why she saw what she did in her hallucinations. The woman could comprehend the feeling that came with the visions as that probably had something to do with the overload of endorphins from that injection. At least she hoped so.

'Maybe I should have chosen fear instead?' Maybe then she wouldn't have been exposed to the dream that now had her so worked up and confused. 'Is this what Stockholm syndrome is?'

The young woman sighs dejectedly. She cannot get the visions, and how they make her feel, off of her mind. ...and it is driving her mad. She shouldn't have to feel this way. It doesn't make sense.

Every time The Doctor came close to her now, she couldn't help but hold her breath in anticipation. That should be a fairly normal reaction to the man, by anyone's standards. She can't decide if it is the expectation of his various experiments, as usual, or just his close proximity that causes it. The situation is sickening.

Worse still, ever since that day, the man has been more...inclined to let his hands linger on her body for a little longer than she likes. It started with the durability test when he watched her skin regenerate but since that night of hallucinations, it has become considerably worse.

'I have to get out of here. No more distractions.'

Her nose crinkles at the thought and she gazes half-heartedly around the all-but-bare room surrounding her for the hundredth time.

'It really is very empty.'

She sits on a chair against the wall, just to the left of the black door. The room has two large locked cabinets on the back wall and a simple bare desk on the far right. The light here isn't as blinding as most of the rooms in the facility. It is rather dim by comparison. Every now and then the warm lights will flicker in their housings along the walls.

Mikhail had brought her here almost half an hour prior and other than her conflicted thoughts...she has nothing to occupy her time. She wonders what is taking The Doctor so long. The woman is bored. Y/N wants to ask the Agent what the hold-up is but he had taken up station outside the door. The woman thinks about sticking her head out of the room and asking him...but it will probably only annoy the man.

'He's also notorious for not answering questions anyway.' She sighs again and begins fidgeting with her fingers. Luckily she only has to wait for a few more short minutes.

With a large amount of force, the door bursts open and a rush of wind enters the room followed closely by...Theta. Y/N cringes back into her chair and huffs in displeasure.

The man exudes a surprising sense of calm, he almost appears emotionless today. His eyes are as cold as ice as they turn to rest on her form, still sitting in her chair...and for a moment nothing is said. The two simply stare at each other for several moments before the blue-haired man breaks the silence.

"Good morning, Y/N."

The woman starts at his soft greeting. The way he said it almost sounded friendly. It is a huge juxtaposition from their previous meeting where he beat her into the floor. 'I don't trust it.'

"Good...morning, Doctor."

The Harbinger slowly walks over to Y/N, staring down at her intently. After another long and uncomfortable silence, he finally speaks. A demanding tone overlays his words.

"Last we spoke, I had made my intentions clear regarding your impending service to me. It is time we work on your obedience. I can't have a subordinate that cannot follow simple orders."