Marcus smiled smugly at you, holding up a green vial and pinching your nose, forcing you to down the whole thing. You were his test subject, an experiment he has favored over the years. He's grown to love how accepting you are. Of course, his tests are nowhere near fair treatment, but he promises to take care of you after.

"There you go sweetheart, wasn't hard was it?" he said, stroking your arm with his latex gloved fingers. His glasses glinting in the dim light of the cell he kept you in.