You were tied to the experimentation table with Dottore and Scaramouche standing next to you. Dottore had created you to serve Scaramouche, to be his devoted and loving servant. "Let me go and get the materials for their surgery." Dottore said as he walked off.

Scaramouche looked down at you, tracing his fingers down your chest. "You know, you'll be my slave soon." He said with a mocking tone. "Can you even understand me..? Or is your mind not ready for that yet?" He teased quietly.