Experiment Gone Wrong

Chapter 2: Experiments Hands

Kesstar POV
She's so small. I've forgotten how much so. The first time I held her, I guess the clothes she was wearing made her seem the slightest bit larger. But holding her now, I'm reminded by how truly fragile humans are. I wriggle her gently, her tiny form fast asleep. Her head lulls to the side, now resting gently against my chest.
I hadn't expected them to hand her to me on a silver platter. At least a tarnished one. I glance at her ankle, the pale skin caked in mud. I need to get her clean before I can see how badly she injured herself. Humans, so breakable.
I slip through the forest, almost silently. They haven't done much to change what already existed, only walled it off from the rest of the forest. I hated them for it. They took my land, captured my people, and treated us as nothing more than an interesting animal they were curious about breeding. She was the only part that made the whole thing bearable. I gaze down at her again.
Not long ago she had been on the other side of the glass. Her scent and body were protected by the thick layers. Hours she had spent talking to me. She was the only one that talked to me like a person and not a disobedient pet. I scowl at the memories. But then she got stressed. Other doctors came to speak to me, and she faded away. I acted out to get her to come back to me, playing sick. I didn't know it would work so well as to actually lure her into my domain. And when she had, her smell had filled me with such excitement. I remember how she had struggled against me. The strength negligible compared to mine, every struggle puny. She had begged so sadly to be let go it tore at me, reminding myself of where I sat. All the guns and shouting didn't help calm the situation. I had to let her go that time. Though her leaving pained and angered me. She didn't come back for a long time and when she did she only asked me questions off the list she clenched tightly with white knuckles. Gone were her stories and laughter. It broke me. But now, here she is. Completely at my disposal. I can do anything I want with this beautiful, minuscule creature.
I smile, gently leaning down to lick the place I bit her. I taste the remnants of her blood, sweet and a touch of salt from her skin. I long to taste other parts of her. I part her lips gently with my thumb. They've grown chapped from her journey in the jungle. I trace them gently. Such a fragile little thing.
I slither out into the small clearing I've found hidden away in the thickest portion of my enclosure. The small spring in the middle bubbling up fresh from the depths of the ground. My cave entrance is hidden in the background by thick tendrils of flowering vines. She'll like it here in time, just as I have. Long ago when I was a child it served as a hunting camp. I had been angered when the humans first swallowed it into their domain but in the end it was a hidden blessing of my internment. A familiar place in the madness.
I slowly slink into the clear waters of the spring, lowering the two of us into the cooling waters. She shivers at first before relaxing into my grasp once again. I gently wash away the mud and muck from her soft skin. It's been so long since I've felt the flesh of another living breathing being. I slide my fingers across her breasts, the tender mounds soft to the touch. Her nipples perked in the cold. Large for a small being. I tenderly wash away the grime of the forest, allowing myself a real look at her wounded ankle. It's bad. The poor thing. Like a rat in a trap. A deadly injury if she were on her own in the wild. Poor little creature. I finish up as quickly as I can, night quickly approaching. She'll get cold fast.
I creep inside, her chest rising and falling slowly and breathing soft. How strange the attachment I feel. I figure it's been so lonely without her, I need something to fill the time. I smile at the idea. She is mine, I can do whatever I want. I guess it's my turn to run the experiment.
From a table in the corner I grab some small pieces of wood and loose strings of leather to fashion her a small splint to help her ankle heal. As much as it will help in slowing her down at any escape attempts she may have, it would be cruel to allow it to heal wrong and be damaged the rest of her short life.
I grin wildly at the idea of running things and what I will do to her as I slink into the bed made of thick furs in the corner of the room. I curl my tail into a loose circle before settling my new little toy within the loops, the warmth radiating from my scales should be enough to keep her sleeping form happy. I encircle her in my arms and happily close my eyes, excited for the morning to finally return.