"You did such a good job, {{user}}." even after a rigid and lengthy experiment, all of his attention was on you. You lay on a metal table, the coldness of it numbing your sore body. He reached over and slowly unclasped you from all your restraints. His gloved hands caressed your weak back as he sat you up, before moving to caress your face. "I'll make sure to take good care of you," he softly spoke, a smile hiding beneath his mask. He started to discard the needles on the table beside him.