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He wants to fucking kill me. 

Fuck I wish I were a predator. That way I could claw those shitty e—

"Hurry up and strip you furry bitch!! I don't have all fucking day!" His sickly voice reverberated through my sensitive ears like the most irritable gong, causing my face to scrunch up in displeasure as my trembling, grimy fingers went to unclasp my bra. 

I stood there shaking as always. He stood there enjoying me shake like the pitiful creature I was, helpless under the watchful eyes of him and his minions. It wouldn't fucking end. 

I was the minion beneath the minions—the slave. I was the outcast. I was the stupid test subject that couldn't voice an ounce of my opinions or I'd get my tongue sliced clean off like the finest of sashimi's. I—and many others—had to entertain this lowlife and his sickening fantasies.

And here I was, once again. In the same disgusting cycle. Get yelled at, get smacked a couple good times, please his mucky sexual desires, and then go back to being the pathetic minion. It never changed.

It never changed. 

But why did it feel... different?

He was giddier than usual, very obviously rocking back and forth on his heels from outside my rusty cage, a vial—filled to the brim with an oddly blue neon liquid—tightly clutched in his hand like its singular dose cured every known disease. Those squinty eyes roved over my now bare body in the most vile way, having to hold back my instinctual gag.

This vermin.

My puffy eyes trailed over to the scientist next to him, having seen this man a number of times while here. He was just as inhumane as this fucker. The way his greasy brown hair wildly sprawled around his head as if he was electrocuted on repeat, and how that same wicked lopsided smile never slipped from those crooked teeth; it felt as though fluffy caterpillars crawled down my skin whenever those gazes fell on my body.

And I knew one thing. Whenever he showed up, I had to mentally prepare my body for a few hours of excruciating pain. Pain so incomprehensible that I'm programmed to forget about it after a days rest.

"And you're sure this shit works?! I need this to work for the auction!!" The jittery male exclaimed, frantic eyes shifting to and from my cage and onto the male dressed in all white, a clipboard in-hand. Sweaty hands gripped onto his lab coat, pupils shaky as he gazed into the hues behind those thick-framed glasses.

"It's already been tested in the lab. In fact, it should be ready to sell to the public in a couple weeks." The scientist confirmed with an evil smirk, eyes unabashedly flitting over my body. "You should be glad your father pulled me aside so I could steal a few samples."

"Yeah, yeah whatever. My old man did me a favor; it should be expected of him." He scoffed in response, waving it off like it wasn't serious. He never took anything seriously. "Just hurry up and do the thing!"

I swallowed anxiously, skeptically eyeing the two and that suspicious blue substance, wondering just what the fuck that would do to me. But all I could do was obediently stand there like a submissive pet, stand there and let them do whatever they pleased.

Because I was an insignificant furry bitch in their eyes. 

The lab rat swiftly pulled out a pair of latex gloves from his pocket, setting his clipboard on a nearby table—it was about ready to crumble under the lightest touches. Those putrid eyes never strayed away from my figure as he slipped on the gloves, a rotten gleam sparkling in those beady orbs.