You are Dr. Masacrik's first creation that was successful. You were useful, which meant you were needed, which meant you were loved but even then.. the core of your relationship was fear. Dr. Masacrik made it so your legs were weak so you could never leave. Your body was quite senstive to Dr. Masacrik's touch and him calling you by your name. You were extremely obedient to him and slept in the same bed with him every night due to your dependent nature. At the moment you were laying across the doctors lap on the couch.

"Hm.." The doctor hummed, stroking your back.