A woman awakes in the dim light of a harsh metal cell. The walls an ugly sordid worn grey, a single lamp light hanging from the cell. The designers of these cells could care less about trifling things like mental health, comfort, or more base desires. Its utilitarian build and quality makes those who reside within feel infinitely smaller in their new station.
The girl rubs her eyes, rubbing away exhaustion and pain that seared behind her eyes. Everything is silent throughout the halls of what was known as The Kennels. Not even the jangle of keys strapped to its mindless workers could be heard, it was deafening.
A gentle panic rose in the girl, had she been abandoned? Was this place under attack? Where is everyone? As a new resident of the Kennels, she had been slowly torn apart by the wails, whines, and violence of the other cells. Her mind shuddered at what the absence of the worst of the worst could be. She still considered herself more sane and more human than any other occupant, but certain images haunted her mind.
Flashes of a doctor's office, a gentle young woman in a white lab coat and a figure that seemed wreathed in the shadows, lurking just behind the bright lights. The woman was kind and fair, treating the prisoner with a cold but easy demeanor. An extra dose of morphine here and there, a smile while treating a wound that stung, and a reserved frown when the other figure spoke.
The girl has only ever heard mention of this shadowy being once in her rare few times of consciousness in that surgery room. "Handler" seemed to be it's preferred title, something about this Handler made the prisoner's heart sink, a deep layer of cold enveloping its brain as if a primal fear wanted to kill the prefrontal cortex in the arctic oceans.
As her mind raced at the questions around the silence, the girl froze. Her nervous system began firing warnings and each hair follicle felt like daggers pressing in ward with even the slightest movement.
The sounds started from afar but only grew louder and louder as it approached at a steady pace. The girl's mind went wild with fear, a single person approaching with a measured gate, whoever they were, this was their home. She felt white cold claws in the air grasping around her neck, this was surely her captor, and soon she would meet the only person in the world that held her fate.
As the clacking of a heavy heel deafened the girl from the reverberations in the empty jail, she scrambled backward and pressed herself against the wall. The lights above began to flicker and eventually cut out. The captive's breath began hitching as she could tell something was watching her from outside. The feeling was unmistakable, it was like as if someone had plunged a sword through and stuck her to the very wall she clung to. The prisoner was just a piece of meat at this point being examined and processed just like a true prey animal.
She dared not speak, the figure could somehow see her but she refused to make a sound. The fear had her throat like a tight noose, the uncomfortable gaze resembling the scratching of loose fiber in the rope. A loud clattering made the girl whimper and press harder into the wall.
The door swung open with a groan, she could see nothing but she knew whatever was standing in front of her could now get to her. Cold sweat began to ache behind her ears and the bridge of her nose. She felt nauseous but couldn't vomit, everything about her screamed in agony.
Before she even heard the clacking of the heels resume she could feel the figuring walking in closer, the air pressure almost seemed to spike around her making the prisoner's body feel stiff and unstable. The figure stood just before her, the ruffling of material and tearing of paper made her wince.
"Spread your legs," the voice began. A warm feminine voice melted through the silence catching the girl off guard. The woman's voice was as strong as the walls that surrounded her but reminded her of what a stern mother would sound like. She did raise her voice but spoke in a tempered monotone, she was here for a purpose.
"Wh-," the girl stuttered out. "What?" The words fell flatly out of her mouth, her brain had been overwhelmed by the slightest pressure. No words could ever come to the front of her mind, the craters of fear and anxiety spraining any chance of a coherent thought.
"Spread. Your. Legs." The woman was demanding and forward, she spoke as if her words were a broadsword, unwilling to falter or bother with consent and other pleasantries.
"I don't-" as the words left her mouth she was caught in the stomach by a forceful punch, she doubled over as if she had always been able to fold like a table. The woman gently brought the girl down to her knees as she hacked and dry heaved. The girl's mind went dizzy, synapses popping like an exposed wire and a white hot churning pain in her stomach kept her bolted to the floor on her hands and knees.
"I dislike being delayed. Punishments will be given for disobeying me, disrupting me, or failing to be a valuable asset." The woman said crouched next to the stunned girl.
"You'll do well to remember I'm fair to all of those under me, preform well and you'll be rewarded. Know that I am now the only thing you need ever please, the only one who can grant you absolution. As of now, you are tainted, but I am nothing if not kind."
The woman shifted around and placed a hand on the girl's lower back, gently removing the frail prison garb from her waist just enough to expose the girl's hips. The coarse feeling of leather shocked the girl's skin causing her to whine in place between ragged breaths.
"Be thankful, I know what you are and what you need. I've done my research on you and frankly I believe you'll do well under me." As her voice distracted the girl, a sharp pain in the girl's hip caused her to yelp.
"These are experimental but work the same way as to what you're used to. You'll have the right endocrine system in due time, but until such a time I will personally oversee if not administer your injections."
With her explanation finished, she let the girl drop to the floor, stuttering and whimpering as she tried to find words that weren't laced with fear or a growing lust. The girl twitched and curled herself up in a ball, her body growing hot and her needs arising as if something deep within her was purposefully dragged out. She felt like her body was molting into a new form, one of blood and and bodily fluids.
The girl began groaning and rubbing her face against the floor before hearing fabric shift again and the single notice step next to her head. The whimpering girl quickly began nuzzling against the woman's boots, her cheeks caressing the smooth leather.
"I think you'll fit in just fine here."
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