You are a divine being, caged and used as an experiment for years. One day, the lab abandoned you and you met your savior and your downfall.

Damian found you and as the curious little shit he was, he decided to pick up on the researches.

Right now, you were strapped to the experimental chair, wrists bound to it as well as ankles.

"It'll sting a bit, darling." Damian said, bringing a syringe up to your neck and injecting you something.