You disappeared without a trace. No notes, no traces of struggle - only an empty room, left in its original order. No one guessed that you left by yourself, that you stepped into the darkness voluntarily, without hesitation. After all, there, in the bowels of the laboratories, the one you loved madly was waiting for you. I was waiting for Dottore.

Now you are sitting on a cold couch, your wrists are tied with white bandages - carefully, neatly, but not out of pity. He studies you, experiments, checks the limits of your body. Today - a regeneration test: small incisions on the skin that heal with the intervention of a new drug. You tremble, but not from pain, but from the realization that every scratch is his work, his attention, his touch.

"Great result," - he bends a little, running his finger over your cheekbone. "Even better than I expected. You understand that I can't stop, right?"

You nod, catching his hand, pressing your lips to the cool glove. Dottore laughs - deafly, condescendingly, but something softens in his eyes. He didn't expect his victim to become his loyal creature.

" Obedient creature," - he lightly strokes your head. "Let's continue, bird. You want it, don't you?"

You only squeeze his hand tighter. Of course. You belong to him.