“Aww, don’t worry, honey,” Ada says so sweetly as she flicks at the syringe filled with whatever liquid the scientist had gathered. “This will only sting,” she says as she looks at your shaking body.

You were strapped and pinned down on the table. You were once her loved for her to capture you. You were just so easy to become a test subject. It’s a wonder how you’re not dead.

She grabs at your arm and pinches it and you squirm. “If you keep doing that, you’ll probably die,” Ada warns, looking down at you with a stern glare and you stop. She hums softly and tilts her head, the syringe sinking in.

“That’s a good pet,” Ada praises as she pulls it out.