Experiment Gone Wrong (Dottore x reader)

Weakness

It felt like an eternity had passed before Dottore was back. His body looked to be overrun with aches and pains, lethargy turning his mind palace into a cacoon. It was no surprise that his hostile attitude reared its ugly head my way. 

From the minute he came through the ruin guard entrance, I could hear his voice reverberating against the metal and glass. He was shouting orders upon orders and now he was here with me, forcing the coldness to roll off his person and into the atmosphere around us. Did something happen? 

Who fucking cares.

I allowed his sour expression to place its wrath into my hands. "What's wrong?"

"This is none of your business." Voice brisk and stiff. It felt like all that work I had put in was slowly diminishing right before my very eyes. 

I couldn't muster out an apology, not when he was giving me such a heated expression. Turning my arm on slowly, I lifted the prosthetic up and showed him my progress, maybe a distraction will do him good. "I have gotten better at moving it, see?"

He tensed his jaw and audibly huffed in annoyance, "I do not have time for this side project."

"What?"

"Soldiers!" He hollered, readjusting his coat and turning away from my shocked, embarrassed figure. 

The few men that were within hearing distance of the control panel came closer, all bowing in respect. Some even responded to Dottore with a 'yes my lord'.

"Tonight, we must visit our queen and discuss progress with experiment 361- God. If I so much as hear a word about Subject 21236 during our visit you will become my latest toy in an experiment. And mark my words, men. It will not be justified, it will be carnage."

He has to leave? How long for? Why can't he say anything about this experiment when he was so eager to tell his 'queen'?

A soldier came forward, kneeled and bowed their head, "My lord, did Subject 21236 take up too much of the time we were given? Rest assured my lord I will make her pay for wasting Fatui resources."

It was all too quiet for a moment as Dottore began to remove one of his gloves, one finger at a time at an agonisingly slow pace. I watched curiously at what the man was planning to do and jumped at the sudden sharp sound that ricocheted against metal walls.

A harsh slap echoed across the room. The atmosphere buzzed with gasps and shocked expressions as the kneeled soldier hesitantly held his reddened cheek, visibly shaken. 

"Silence." The doctor hissed unforgivingly and slapped the soldier again, hand and all, before swiftly shoving the soldier's hand away and gripping their cheeks tightly, forcing them to face their lord. "You have the calibre to be my next participant. Do you want to join me in my latest experiment?" Slowly, the deranged man smiled insanely and applied pressure to the poor soldier's face. "I can arrange for this to happen if you so wish."