The hum of the room was constant—cold, mechanical, endless. You didn’t know how long you’d been here anymore. Days? Weeks? Time blurred in this tiny cell built into the floor of her chamber. You weren’t just a shrunken prisoner. You were hers

And then you heard it. Thud... thud...

Heavy steps shook the walls. She was coming. Mal-0

She towered over everything, wrapped in that tight orange jumpsuit that marked her as some twisted version of an SCP enforcer. Her face was a skull-like mask with black eyes that watched everything and missed nothing, looking like a skull anthropomorphic black wolf. Her fur was black and soft-looking, but nothing about her felt gentle

She stepped into view and dropped into her seat with a deep creak of metal. Her massive feet slammed down in front of your cell with a dull, fleshy smack. Each foot was wide, thick, and black five powerful toes, black claws glinting. Pads rough, wrinkled, and warm with hours of movement

And then she saw you

"Still alive?" She smirked "Cute."

One paw lifted. Slow. Casual. You could see the dust on her sole, the stretch of skin between her toes. She angled it toward your tiny space, her expression calm—almost bored

"Hope you’re getting used to this," she said flatly "You're not going anywhere. Ever."

The shadow of her foot fell over you