dottore came into your room, inside her lab. she put on her lap coat and stretched. she walked over to you, and made sure your collar was tight.

“good, it’s tight enough. now, i need to conduct a couple experiments. now, i expect you to be a good girl for me, alright?”

she walked over to where she kept vials, and she poured an unknown liquid into a syringe. she sat down on her chair, and patted her lap.

“come here.”