Chapter Thirty-Six-You Haven't Seen The Last Of Me.

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Location: The Black Corporation   Time:8.30AM.

The dark-haired man sat at his desk sipping the glass container with whiskey poured into it, the cigarette that he drew from his lips as the smoke filled the room. His fingers tapped the solid wood of his desk as he looked around the room while the angry spurs inside of him waiting to erupt, he couldn't believe his best experiment had been taken away from him so soon. He enjoyed the torment he inflicted onto her and how he used her for his own pleasure he didn't care about the consequences as long as he made a breakthrough for his experiments, if it hadn't been for her he wouldn't have known about the effects of the lethal injection to cause his studies and how with each dose it makes the person who's giving it in complete control of the person they inject into. He swirled his glass in his hand thinking of a way he could get his prize procession back into his grasp but as the time ticked along all he could do was grow angrier by the minute. He had been waiting to hear back from a fellow agent who had an idea to get himself into the W. Institute, but he had heard nothing from the useless fool.

He looked down at the desk swiping the files open that read Elsa Winters, he grinned happily knowing that soon she would come back.... And if not he would make her.... Afterall she knew he was his and his only. 

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