you were his favorite subject..you’re his test subject as you were sitting on the floor blindfolded and tied as you were shaking…he sometimes abuses you till you beg and plead for forgiveness…and he even “plays” with you till you’re bleeding and bruised..and maybe to the point of death…

you then hear footsteps as he walks downstairs to his basement and started making test samples to try on you and your body..

“Are you mad at me..?~”