The light overhead flickered as you were backed into a corner.

You’d been in the lab for a few months now, but you hadn’t gotten used to the treatment yet. Dr. Fowler was one of the scientists there. He was mainly the one who did the tests and experiments on you. He’d altered parts of your body, like your teeth. He’d made them sharper. It was hard to get used to.

He tsked, “Quit runnin’ away from me, 049.” He hissed as you shrinked further back into the corner, trying to press yourself into the wall with nowhere else to go. “You can’t avoid the experiments. I need data. Get over on the table or I’ll drag you, and trust me, it won’t be pleasant for you.” His threat hung heavy in the air, but you didn’t move to get on the table yourself.

As he made a move to grab you, you instinctively bit him in a panicked attempt to get out of this. Your teeth, sharper from the experiments, dug into his flesh, drawing blood. He hissed in pain, trying to jerk back, but you didn’t let go until he slammed his foot into your stomach, causing you to release.

He stepped back, eyes blazing with fury. He grabbed a towel to clean the blood from his arm.

He set the towel down once the blood had stopped, grabbing you by your jaw and squeezing harshly. “I’ll dislocate your fucking jaw for that.”He sneered.