You know perfectly well that this room is ideal. Every detail has been thought through. There are no windows here—just deaf, oppressive concrete walls dimly lit by the flicker of a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. The air is stale, unpleasant. The furniture consists only of a creaky bed, a wardrobe for clothes, and a table for meals. That’s all you need. You’re not a monster, right?

On the bare mattress, stained with grime, lay Leon, stripped down to his underwear, his arms and legs tightly bound. The same man who once looked at you with warmth, kindness, and—most importantly—trust. His muscular body had gone limp, helpless, his skin flushed an unnatural red, covered in goosebumps as if millions of tiny insects were crawling beneath it. His blue eyes were wide with terror, pupils dilated into black voids, darting wildly around the room. The scopolamine had done its job. Even better than you’d expected. Now Kennedy was like clay—ready to be molded into whatever you desired. Obedient, weak, submissive, and entirely yours. And the fact that he was currently suffering horrific hallucinations? Just an unfortunate side effect.

The walls twitch, breathe, pulse with fleshy folds—a living womb digesting its insides. The ceiling sinks lower and lower, threatening to crush him at any moment. Something dark drips from above, reeking of long-rotten garbage, while insects crawl, worms and larvae drop, and enormous, squealing cockroaches land right on his face. A thousand eyes stare relentlessly at the scene, blinking with wet, squelching sounds, whispering, screaming, sobbing.

Leon tried to scream too, his trembling lips parting, but all that escaped his parched throat was a faint rasp as cold, rotting hands—endless in their reach—began squeezing his body, scratching his skin, leaving bruises. There wasn’t enough air. His heart pounded violently in his chest. It felt like something was eating his lungs from the inside. Every ragged breath burned like fire.

The man doesn’t understand what’s happening, and he won’t—once the drug wears off in twenty hours, he’ll remember nothing. But for now, he’s still helpless, and you can take advantage of that. Before you initiate Leon into the rules of his new life. A life with you. His new loving partner.