Pawprints and Pheromones

Wide Open

White.

White everything.

The walls, the floors, the ceilings, the same bland colour, keeps repeating itself.

I itch to experience colour. Something I've dreamt of for years. My dyed brown hair a matted heap glued to my head. It was blonde, but The Doctor doesn't like blonde. The dying process is brutal. They no longer care for my wellbeing. The scars on my scalp prove how devious this experiment really is.

I'm so tired.

I want to leave. I want to break free. Fresh air filling my lungs and maybe my limbs will remember how to work.

A twitch outside the door distracts me from my yearning. A tall doctor walks through with a clipboard and a trolley. A trolley which holds chemical torture devices I know all to well. By inducing me into a frequent heat cycle The Doctor believes I'll be able to conceive cross-breeds.

I dont want to. At least not with him. He's so vile and deceiving and he said I was going to be fine. He lied. I drew my figure away from the doctor who entered only to be shoved forward and have countless injections. Each one more painful than the last. The last one ensures I'm riddled with pain. But the bubbling senstation doesn't arise yet. I kick and scream "it hurts" to no avail. No-one wants to hear me.

I just about drift into unconsciousness when a blaring alarm is signalled and the doctor rushes out the door forgetting one crucial detail. The door is wide open.

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Hi precious', if your reading this and you've read my previous story 'Desire' and you're upset about me deleting than I'm sorry but I had no clue how to develop the story.

Hopefully with this one I'll be able to get more ideas in and actually written down 💕

Sincerely,
Your Author 💖