Crying for mercy is the only thing I can do in this fucking cell. She's only doing this because of self pleasure. For experimentation.

Worst part is, I fell in love with her. But she only sees me as a pet, as a rat only good for experimentation.

Once day, I was just laying on the floor, my eyes still red for the crying when I heard steps. Her steps.

She opened the door, with a syringe with a green liquid on her hand as she approached me.

"What's that...?" I asked in a quiet voice.