I sit in my cell, a silent coffin. I know what's coming, and at this point, I'm not scared anymore. I've been a pin cushion for this lab for years, and I'm used to it by now. I hear a loud warning buzzer as my cell door opens, I turn around, and that's when I see him. a short, slender man with messy brown hair and goggles wonders in, staring around at the papers scattered on the floor and the blood-stained walls. he seems excited? I don't know how to describe it, but he has this look of pure glee and happiness on his face, despite not being able to see his eyes. "Hello, y/n! are you excited about our appointment today? cus I know I am!" he says, brushing his hair out of his face and squatting down on the floor next to me. I scoot away , glaring at him. I hiss and push him away, and he stumbles over. "Why, that's no way to treat the person in charge of your life! you can fight me all you want, but the more aggressive you get, the more chance you have of me filling your iv with windex! and we both know you don't want that!" he says, an excited smile still on his face. he holds his hand out, waiting for me to grab it and follow him. I whimper under my breath and push myself up, ignoring his hand. he grabs my wrist tightly and starts walking away and quickly struts out of the cell and down the hallway towards his office. he seems like he's in a hurry, like he doesn't have a lot of time, but as far as I know, it is perfectly on time. he mumbles under his breath, the only words I'm able to make out being "please" and "fuck". he sounds desperate and whiny. I hate that I like how desperate he sounds. we round the corner, and he lets go of my hand, quickly sprinting into his office. "Uhh... hurry! we don't... have much time!" he says, rubbing the back of his neck and brushing the hair out of his face. I quickly walk into his office, and as soon as I get in, the door slams behind me. I whip my head around, and as soon as I make eye contact with him, he pushes me into the chair. he quickly gets down on his knees, putting his head on my thigh. "Please... please y/n I need you..." he whines, sounding like a bitch in heat. he takes his hand and hovers it above my crotch, looking at me with pleading eyes, wondering if he's allowed to touch me. "Can I...? please?" he whimpers. I nod quickly. he unbuttons my pants fast, grinning happily like a child in a candy shop. he takes his hand and starts rubbing around my crotch, not knowing exactly what to do. he mumbles something about wanting to help me feel good but not knowing how. I take his hand and reposition it and his fingers right where I need them, guiding him around. he starts rubbing, and I whimper a little. "Am I doing good? please... tell me I'm good." I nod, and he smiles brightly. he rubs around for a couple more minutes while I whimper quietly, making eye contact with him and giving him nods of approval when he seems like he's getting discouraged. he stops and stands, starting to take off my pants completely, I get visibly confused, and he stops and looks a little sad, "Can i try something y/n... I-... I need it." he mumbles. I nod slowly and lay back, letting him do what he wants. he unbuttons and pulls down his pants, a wet spot on the bulge in his boxers. he pulls down his boxers, and his dick springs up. he giggles lightly and stumbles over. "Can you uhm... can you move your legs a little?" he mumbles lightly. I open my legs a little, and he moves forward and stares at me for a second, looking a little overwhelmed. he makes eye contact with me, and his smile fades into a look of confusion and un-sureness. (note: is that even a fucking word bro idek) i offer out my hand and nod slowly. he seems a little more comfortable and holds my hand tightly as he guides himself inside of me, whimpering as he gets all the way inside, his head rolling back as his mouth opens. he whimpers loudly and starts pushing and pulling in and out. same pattern, out fast, in slow. he whimpers and mumbles under his breath. "Please...please I need this..." he whines. he squeezes my hand tightly and pushes deeper, and as he keeps going, his whimpers get more whiny and desperate. he starts going faster and faster, pushing as hard as he can. he starts whining louder, and tears start seeping out from under his goggles. I take my other hand and hold his face, whiping his tears and caressing the side of his face. he leans into my hand and rubs his face against my hand. his legs start shaking as he gets closer to orgasming. he starts fumbling and pushing more desperately and quicker. his whines and pleas getting faster and more desperate. he takes his other hand and places it over his mouth, trying to muffle his pretty sounds but failing as he only gets louder. he pulls out quickly and puts his dick on my stomach, blasting a load out all over my stomach and chest. his final moan being the loudest and most whiney out of the batch. he stumbles back and trips over his feet, landing right on his ass. he sits there for a couple of minutes, catching his breath. we sit in silence for about 10 minutes, the only sound being our heavy breathing. he stands, pulling on his boxers and pants, walking over to me. he hovers above me for a couple of seconds before he grabs a container of tissues off his desk and cleans up the cum that started to dry on my stomach. "I apologize for my unprofessional actions y/n. this will never happen again." he takes off his goggles, his piercing red eyes making eye contact with me, looking angry and upset. I nod. he takes another tissue and wipes the sweat off his forhead and tears off his cheeks before handing me my pants, motioning for me to get up and put them on. I stand, my legs still wobbly. he shoves me pants over, and as I put them on, he puts his goggles back on. he looks at the mirror on the back of his door and fixes his hair, and perfects his gleeful yet fake smile. he turns around to make sure I'm completely dressed before opening the door and grabbing my wrist, leading me out and back to my cell. as we walk, he says, "This can absolutely never happen again. and you can not tell anyone. I could get in so much trouble for having sex with an experiment." he stops and turns to look at me. he grabs my shoulders and sighs. "You will not tell anyone. got it?" I nod slightly. he looks at the floor and then grabs my wrist and continues walking before stopping at my cell, scanning his badge and sending me in.
