Professor Membrane X Reader

chapter 7

We're gettin smexy boys, hold onto your hats!
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   Welp. This is..not what I expected. (Y/n) was tied up in a rather... perverted way. Her ankles and wrists binded together and then tied behind her back, so she was forced to sit on her knees and keep her back straight. Though the position was horrid, she had to admit that it was the best for studying her as her movement was restricted so she couldn't fight back against the profe- against membrane. "What am I to call you?" She looks up at him, wiggling a bit against her binds. Membrane glances at her, sorting his tools after taking a few samples. "What are you talking about?" She gives him a soft glare. "You told me not to call you professor. So what do I call you?" Master. Was his first thought, though he quickly shoved that part of him into a deep secur folder inside himself. "Membrane." She scoffs at him and looks away, her tail flicking and twitching against the belts he used to tie it down to the floor.

    Its been three hours. Three hours of sitting on her knees, tied up, not able to move. "What the hell are you doing?" *she looks at membrane who's seemingly just sitting there. Though he looks at her as she asks him the question. "Tests." "What kind of tests? Cause this position is starting to hurt. More than it did three hours ago." *she glares at him harshly, huffing. Why is she so cute when she's mad? He couldn't figure it out and he sure as hell couldn't help the smirk that pulled at his lips. "I suppose I could move you into a suspension tank." She stopped and thought it over, she'd basically feel like she's drowning and pass out a lot. "Tch. Can I at least sit on the thing that was made for sitting on?" He got up and untied her ankles from her wrists, letting her move onto her ass and actually sit there instead of being on her knees, which were now red and probably bruising. "Thanks asshole." He glares softly at the curses and slurs towards him. "Watch your tone." "Or what? You're gonna cut me up? Dissect me like some animal!? Like every other scientist does!?" She couldn't stand this man anymore, listening to his clear lies of peace and friendship bullshit to the pathetic welps this planet inhabits. "Humans are disgusting. Pathetic. And you're the worst of them. Lying and manipulating all of them while you sit down here treating what could be your biggest discovery like a mere pig! A rat even!" Her words hit him hard for some reason, for the few months he had worked with her he had grown close to the stubborn headed girl, though he couldn't understand why her word hit him like a sword against chainmail, bouncing off but still leaving a fair dent.

   He looks away from her as she finishes her spiel. Taking a soft breath before he grabs a scapal. She glares at him and then sees the tool in his hand, her eyes widening in slight fear, her body instinctually trying to scoot away as he steps closer and closer to her. Her eyes shut as he stands over her now, her breathing elevating as adrenaline pumps through her veins, though the soft sound of rope snapping forces her eyes open. Hes..cutting me loose? She looks at him confused, baffled almost by his actions. Though as soon as she gets her chance she bolts away from him, stumbling and leaning on the wall as her legs had fallen asleep from illuse.

  He looks at her, taking a breath. Hating how she looked at him with such fear when a few hours prior to this she looked at him with curiosity and soft admiration. Her bright yellow eyes now only filled with fear and spite. "You're no professor...youre insane." She hurries out of the secret lab, leaving him with those final words standing in the dim lights of the cold lab.