ShanxPennywise

You awoke to his face nuzzled into your neck, his arms loosely locking you into place against him on the couch. Victor had fallen asleep again and and it was past 4am. You really marveled at how you were able to feel comfortable enough to lower your guard to the point of falling deeply asleep.

Especially given the previous situation. It lurked in the back of your mind now. Were you safe with him? Could you ever truly be secure? The very notion was ludicrous. Of course not, there was no such thing as truly safe for a human in this world.

His breathing was slow and relaxed and you could feel the heartbeat in his chest. The great muscle was enhanced to properly fuel his greater frame and you felt privileged in this moment to just be against him. You wondered if evolved had dreams and in particular pondered what Victor's mind was conjuring up.

As if on cue he did twitch in his sleep and adjust himself grunting. Was it in pain? His revelations to you the previous night had dredged up some sympathy for this vile being and you shifted yourself to place a hand on his cheek. The caress wakes him partially and he pushes his face into your hand for more.

"You're still here good. I thought you'd try and leave prematurely."

"Would I do something that stupid?"

A jet black eye cracks open and you barely see the pale green and yellow iris.

"Yes. You did much earlier in your visit if memory serves me."

He feels you shifting around and he keeps his grip more loose so you could get into a more optimal massaging position.

"You were scaring me."

"And you were asking annoying questions."

Both of his eyes are closed now and his breathing begins to return to relaxed.

"Why do you hate us so much?"

The exhale you hear ruffles your hair and lasts for longer than you thought possible, even for him with his enlarged lung capacity.

"I am trying to rest Questions later."

You allow the room to become quiet and you notice Victor is holding you like a child would hold a stuffed animal. Or maybe you were reading too much into it. You move your fingers into his hair and he makes a pleased sound and while it was a bit greasy you massaged him regardless.

"And yes, you could say I despise humans."

Aha! Words did little to coax Victor into revealing his thoughts. But actions got him to open up. His response was not shocking.

"Is there a reason outside of your parents?"

This gets you a dangerous growl and you keep massaging him to lessen the negativity. It works and part of him hates how you have some power over him like this but the other part just wanted to lay there and absorb what you did forever.

"Why this interest in how I feel towards your kind? I am laying with you, am I not? We are intimate partners for today and isn't that enough?"

It was your turn to get huffy and you push yourself off of him.

"I am interested because I am sharing myself with you, you big crusty asshole!"

Victor is giving you a narrowed eyed stare of shock, mouth slightly agape at your brazen insult. Then he laughs.

"You know it has been quite a long time since anyone dared to speak their mind to me like that! It's refreshing."

He does take immediate note of how you were moving away and the mirth becomes a false smile.

"Still thinking you can just leave whenever you feel like it?"

"You don't own me, Dr. Gideon. I just work for you."

He brings his hand up to correct you with a dark smile.

"About that dear, you might want to double check your employment contract." His claws came out to make a point. And in that moment you are unable to control the words as they abruptly leave your mouth.

"You can take that contract and shove it where the sun don't shine! Like that crusty anus of yours. I quit."

His eyebrows raised and he starts laughing once more and then stands up. Nearly all of your toughness makes a rapid departure as you realize you had royally fucked yourself over. Even if Victor did not kill you, quitting employment was dangerous. You were now unaffiliated and would need to remedy that.

"Are you certain you wish to end your employment with me? Consider your impulsive choice carefully." He tilts his head. "I can be a forgiving man."

"I...I regret...."

Victor pays close attention, ready to accept your apology.

"...regret that I didn't quit sooner."

You pivot and march away feeling emboldened.

"Oh I don't think so, little one."

With the flick of his wrist he opened up a hidden switch fixture on the wall and pressed a button. A gate descended at the end of the hallway and blocked your exit. A moment later he had gently coiled around you with his arms and kissed your neck, making sure you could feel the points of his teeth grazing your skin.

You've been having a bit of a problem lately, so you decided to go to your trusted gynecologist. You're not really sure if it's anything serious… because you haven't been able to come at all for a while now. Your libido was as usual everything was fine, except for this crucial moment. However, when you arrived in the waiting room, you were informed that the doctor had suddenly had to leave work, but that another doctor could see you. You agreed, even though the woman had known you for years. You found yourself at a door marked "Dr. V. Gideon." A woman was waiting in the hallway with you, currently more occupied with a book. You felt strangely stressed because you'd usually gone to your gynecologist  and now a man was going to examine you. You had no preconceived notions about this; it just made you feel awkward. You were absorbed in your thoughts, almost constantly adjusting the dress you'd worn for the occasion today. Suddenly, a middle-aged man emerged from the office with a gentle look in his eyes. He immediately looked in your direction and said.

“Come in.” He looks genuinely okay , so you got up and walked in, feeling your legs turn to jelly. He closed the door behind him and sat down across from you at the desk.

“What are you coming to me for ma’am?” He leaned his elbows on the counter, looking in your direction.

“It’s a bit embarrassing…” You started, not knowing how to put it into words, biting your lower lip.

“I've been having trouble coming during sex for a while now… when I do it myself, it's no problem.” You admitted, feeling your whole face heat up. You realized it was normal, and he was a doctor, and there was little he was ashamed of.

“I see… and how long has this situation been going on?” He asked, twirling the pen in his hands: “Do you have a steady partner?”

You took a moment to think about it and then replied.

“Three months maybe… no, no, I just have everything as it should be, but at the crucial moment nothing happens,” You explained further, and he just frowned.

“Okay… I invite you to come behind the curtain so you can undress from the waist down, and then onto the gynecological chair .” He nodded and stood up, walking over to the sink to wash his hands. You stood up and immediately found yourself behind the curtain. You kept telling yourself it would only take a moment and it would all be over. Putting on a dress was actually a good idea, because you wouldn't be practically naked when you stepped out. You lowered your panties to your ankles and stepped out with hesitant steps. He was already standing near wearing medical gloves. You lay down there and spread your legs slightly. He moved closer, sitting on a nearby stool  He began to examine you silently, at first just looking outward, but then you felt the moment of him slipping a finger inside you.

A strange wave of shivers ran through your body… It felt strangely pleasant. Especially since it lasted for a while and your breathing sped up significantly.

“Are you okay ma’am?” He asked, but he still stayed inside you, making eye contact with you. You felt truly embarrassed, feeling your eager pussy clench around him. It shouldn’t have excited you, but it did. You saw a slight smirk appear on his face for a moment as he felt the pressure. You simply nodded, answering his question, and he pulled his finger out of you.

“Very strange… I don't feel any abnormalities, but we can check it with an ultrasound.” He said, then gestured to a separate room: “Lie down over there, I'll be right back.” He said it strangely, unable to take his eyes off you. Somehow, in the current situation, it didn't bother you, and without a word, you got off the chair, moving to the next room, lying down as before, with your legs raised. You felt a strange emptiness after he stopped touching you. He reappeared a moment later and sat on a nearby stool, reaching for the appropriate equipment, which he was applying gel to. Only now did you notice his muscular arms sticking out beyond his scrubs you'd been stressed enough to notice before. When everything was ready, he gently slid the device inside you. Instead of feeling any discomfort, it was a pleasant, filling sensation. You bit your lower lip as he gently moved it.

“And what do you see, doctor?” You asked, momentarily looking away from his shoulders and focusing on the small black and white screen above you.

“Really, very interesting… everything is as it should be, so why aren’t you having an orgasm?” It was more of a rhetorical question, but you decided to answer anyway, placing your hand on one of his shoulders.

“Maybe I haven't found the right guy yet?” He pulled the device out of you, and that familiar feeling of emptiness returned. Now you felt strangely horny… You knew that the only thing waiting for you at home was a vibrator.  You needed a man.

He raised one eyebrow as if surprised, but then laughed a little.

“And I am the one you think is right for you?”

“Yes…because it was with you that I felt like I regained that ability.” You smiled, your gaze drifting slightly to his crotch, where his erection was starting to show against his light pants.

“I’m a real miracle worker,” he joked, completely ignoring what was happening in his pants.

You rose from your seat on your elbows and found yourself practically on his lap.

“I think you can solve my problem…and as a doctor, that's what it's all about, right?” You whispered in his ear and began rubbing against his bulge. You knew you had plenty of time, as the hallway usually emptied at this time. He looked like he wanted to protest, but then he took off his gloves and carelessly threw them on the floor, immediately reaching for your buttocks.

“Are you really asking a doctor to fuck you?” You squealed softly, looking at his face, then admitted.

“Maybe my problem will finally be solved… I’ve been so lonely lately.” You started twirling a loose lock of hair around your finger.

"I see... then I guess I have no choice; this will be the best solution... I'm not convinced of anything else ." Now he was the one whispering directly into your ear, and you felt yourself getting even wetter. God, since when did whispering become so sexy? You had to get off his lap for a moment as he went to the door to close it. After all, you wouldn't want anyone to walk in on your unconventional healing method. You waited patiently in the other room, and then he sat down in the chair again. You found yourself on his lap again, placing your hands behind his neck as you began to kiss. There was no time for gentle kisses... he was just as hungry as you were. It was as if he hadn't had a woman in ages. You reached for his coat to remove it, but he was still in his light shirt and tie. You started rubbing against him again like a cat in heat. He clearly couldn't hold it in any longer, because he unzipped his belt from his belt loops and, still fully clothed, pulled out his penis. You felt like you'd never seen anyone so big in your life, and thick at the base, too. Just as you were about to move closer, he said.

“You'll find condoms in the top drawer of the desk.” You bit your lower lip at the thought of that happening. Almost at the speed of light, you brought the box over, pulling one out. He started breathing differently as soon as you touched him with your hands to put it on.

“I didn’t want to say this before…but you have a really pretty pussy.” He smiled as you settled back onto his lap. This time, you gently slid down, feeling his swollen penis begin to stretch you pleasantly.

“Was that supposed to be a compliment?” You laughed softly, letting out a slow groan. He seemed even bigger inside you, filling you perfectly.

“I’m not good at giving them; that’s why.” He said, placing his hands on your hips and pushing your dress up over your chest. “Relax…I promise you, you’ll take all of me.” He started whispering again, which made you roll your eyes. You gently moved your hips until you finally took all of him. You were breathing heavily, but a smile still played on his lips.

“Good girl…you did great.” You managed a weak smile, and then he started moving his hips a little. His hands found your buttocks again, gripping them really hard. You squealed, throwing your head back. You didn't stay passive and started moving your hips too. You finally dropped your dress to the floor, and your breasts started bouncing practically in his face. He couldn't resist this opportunity, so he started caressing them with his tongue, seemingly calmly, until suddenly he started using his teeth.

“Oh fuck,” you muttered, placing your hand on his head, pushing him even further between your breasts. He didn't mind at all, and his hands moved from your buttocks to your breasts. He began to squeeze them slightly, but with more gentleness than before. It felt like he was almost hitting your cervix…it was like an otherworldly experience. You rested your hands on his shoulders, letting out increasingly louder moans. Finally, he wasn't about to stop, but on the contrary, he immediately shifted position. You found yourself back in the chair; this time only one of your legs was raised above his, draped over his shoulders. This time, he was in control. He leaned over you and placed his large hands on your hips. They were so large, they were almost touching. You bit your lower lip, feeling him thrust into you again and again, teasing your heated core. If his finger was a lot, what could you call what you were feeling now? You hadn't felt like this in months. Perfectly filled, your pussy practically dripping with arousal. You felt your leg begin to go numb from the air, but he held it up.

“…God, I think I’m about to come!” You said, feeling a warm feeling building in your lower stomach.

“That's it.” He said with a smile, and then removed one hand from your hips only to begin torturing your clit. He knew exactly where to touch. He did it really quickly, maybe a little sloppily, and in return, he could hear your quickened breathing and the multitude of moans that also included his name. You arched your back at the pleasure that was now coursing through your body. You felt your arousal even starting to drip down your thighs. You had never come so hard with any guy before. Your body shuddered now and then because, despite what had happened, he was still inside you, moving so fast that the loud, wet sounds echoed throughout the room. His moans were the same, quite deep and oh-so-sexy. When he finished, he lay on top of you, remaining inside you for a moment longer. He looked into your eyes, exhausted, but at the same time happy, just like you.

“I haven’t had an orgasm like that in ages… thank you, doctor.” You said with a slight smile, moving your hands to his back.

“The pleasure is all mine…that’s what doctors are for, right?” You stayed like that for a moment, then, as if nothing had happened, you got dressed. You sat back down in front of the desk, and he wrote something down on a small piece of paper.

“I think for the first time, I can’t wait for my next visit.” You said with a laugh, fixing your messy hair.

“Good thing, because next week on Tuesday I have a free spot after 5 PM for my special patient .” He slipped you a piece of paper with his private number written on it.

“Please call if anything is bothering you. I'll help you over the phone, or if it's really serious, I'll come in person .” He gave you a mischievous smile. You took the note with you and said one more thing before leaving.

"It's so good to find a doctor who can take such good care of a patient ." Then you left the office and noticed that the woman who had been sitting there was gone, but a new one had taken her place. You had no idea how much she'd heard, but judging by the way she looked at you, she'd definitely heard something. You didn't care... The important thing was that you'd solved your problem.

-a week ago-

Starting a new job in Raccoon City never was the safest life decision of yours. Not that you had a particularly dangerous position, as you settled for an office receptionist position. It just so happened to fall dead center of the city that held the highest crime rates across the country. But you stayed mindful as any adult would, opting to run errands while there’s still light out, always carrying some mace on you, and never restricting your hearing with headphones in public. The kind of stuff you’d have to do in any city, right?

It wasn't 100% intentional to pick this one……one that’s 700 miles away from your childhood home. You just needed to get out of there. Anywhere would be better than there, at this point. Tired of being lugged around like a burden to your parents, you were only ever supported so they could feel like they accomplished something. Too ofteb you felt like a box to be checked, nothing more. Everyone grows up to start a family of their own. Just because it was a right of passage didn't force anyone to actually treat their kids well. Growing up in that house felt like a cage. Curfews purposefully were set far too early, forcing you to stay locked up immediately after the school day ended. You were never allowed to have friends over, so there went your social life. Puposefully chained to a place that never wanted you there to begin with. It’s a miracle you had a job back then. But how else would you build the funds to find a way out?

You went never-ending years where your words fell on deaf ears. Years of being on mute in your own house hurt, but being kept from experiencing your own world hurt more. How were you legally allowed to drive and vote, but couldn’t tell your own parents “no”?? You’re certain you would’ve died suffocating in that house if you didn’t move out.

So when one of the hundreds of job applications gave you an offer, you were moved out before even signing the contract.

It didn’t matter where you went, because anywhere that wasn’t home was freedom.

It was intoxicating, exploring so many new places at once. You could feel the desert of blank space in your mind illustrated over with each new destination you mapped out. You’ve been shopping before, sure, but even something as small as deciding WHEN you went shopping and for how long? It was weightless. And, it was only the tip of what’s to discover.

So every night coming home from work, you’d take a new route to get back to your apartment. Routine trapped you your whole life, so why not add a little daily whimsy? Besides, it gave you an excuse to mentally bookmark the unseen niches of Raccoon City.

Always, still, being mindful not to wonder too far, and always driving......most of the way home. You’re often lucky enough to clock out before darkness can shelter the crime.

That doesn’t mean you wouldn’t get a little bold every so often, parking a few streets down so you could saunter along new sidewalks you haven’t quite breeched yet. Sidewalks are meant to lead you through public eye, so it was still safer than most places....right?

Soon the exceptions moved from sidewalks to walks in the park, and eventually cutting behind buildings. There’s a lot that goes on back there that most people don’t realize. It’s like walking through sets on a theater stage, passing the cardboard fronts to see everyone couped up behind and itching for their shot in the spotlight. Stray cats were always a fun pit stop, and sometimes you were lucky to catch people on their smoke breaks at nearby businesses. Never joining in, but walking ever so close that you could hear the latest work gossip. Nevertheless, every alleyway was surprisingly bustling despite the dangerous reputation of the town.

By the end of each night, you figured your nerves get the best of you, and that’s why the explorations didn't last long. Maybe you fell into the classic trap of parents insisting that home will always be safer than the world outside, training their children to fear anything that isn’t family. Living 700 miles away from them, and they still had their talons in you? Absolutely not, you had to break that habit immediately. Even if you couldn’t see it happening, the thought of being so powerless makes you go red hot. Skin boiling, your mind claws everything in its path just to be back on top.

One particular night, you couldn’t shake that fear from sucking you back in. Taking a new alleyway to your apartment, something started to feel off about the unfamiliar route. Stomach butterflies aren't out of the ordinary when making a new exploration, but this batch you couldn’t subdue. So of course your mind traced back to WHY you felt so nervous. Replaying lectures in your head, you flitting through every memory where you insisted you were strong enough to experience the open world. Suddenly you're plagued by every time you knew you were missing out on big life skills, all because your so-called protectors felt selfish and childish.

The thoughts swimming rampantly throughout your head, it drew your gaze inwards as you walked. The narrow walls of each brick building aided to your claustrophobic anger, a physical reminder of how exactly it is to feel trapped. Frustrated tears begin to cloud your eyes and coat your face, your self awareness now long forgotten. All you could think about was your home life.

You thought you had finally gotten out, so why did you still cave in on yourself? Were they right that you weren’t ready for the real world yet? Had the big city life finally gotten to you, or had your emotions trapped you in the cage you thought you escaped?

Your shoe caught an exposed pipe on the ground, your body thwacking onto the cold pavement.

“~Nngh~   Fuck….” Jesus, you really are helpless, not even able to walk straight without fucking it up. Head pounding and ears ringing, all you can worry about is finding a quick way back to your apartment where you can sulk out of public sight. You scramble to get your hands under you, pebbles digging into your flesh as you struggle to lift your chest off the ground.

Turning your head as you sit up, you felt the blood drop from your head, vision instantly spinning out of control.

“No, nonononono, SHIT.”

Your hands tremble and skid out from under you, too unable to tell left from right to grab onto anything for support. Tingles spreading up your limbs, you felt nothing but weight and shame. The panic really set in as you were forced to stare helplessly at the lamppost above you, black spots seeping into your vision like ink.

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The bright light that ripped you out of your sleep starts to kickstart your brain. Most mornings send panic through you, always perking your ears to search for your parent's footsteps. Always wishing to wake up home alone so you could finally breathe. The light that would trickle through your blinds reminded you of the bright opportunities waiting for you outside the confines of that house. Maybe that's why early morning dreams always pictured you living alone, finally making it out. You've been forgetting that recently, you really have been.

But this isn't your apartment. Hell, you'd never sleep with the lights on bright enough to wake you up like this. Forcing your brain to work overtime, you last remember falling in the dark alleyway.

Shifting to sit up, your arms are jolted back against the ground with a metal clink. Your eyes flick around frantically, but they’re no use as they continue struggling to adjust to the sudden brightness.

Electronic beeping suddenly blares through you, and dozens of hands are on you in an instant.

That’s when you notice the loose, white surgical gown that engulfs your frame.

You’re at the hospital. Someone must’ve found you and called an ambulance.

But did they really need to strap you down just because of a fall?

“W-w-what happened…..w-w-where am I?” You stammer at the faceless silhouettes that hover over you. Their latex gloves make your skin crawl as they prod at every tender muscle in your body.

The panic from your fall earlier sinks deep inside your chest, that desperate need for control becoming unbearable.

“The fuck are you feeling me for? Are you gonna tell me what happened?”

None of the, from what you assume are, nurses speak. Some even circling you to pump a mysterious liquid into your IV port, almost as if you aren’t even there.

Was this some hallucination from your fall? You did hit your head pretty hard.

You fling a knee off the table, quickly escaping their grasp in hopes they’d notice you.

They just pin you down harder.

Something still didn’t feel right. Why did they need so many nurses on you, and why did nobody pay you attention until you woke up? Shouldn’t they have given you the new IV while you were asleep?

“Hey, let GO of me!” Each kick out of their hold has you scurrying up the bed, only to be pulled back down under a new hand’s hold. The nurses have to be murmuring to themselves above you, but all you can hear is the blood rushing through your ears.

A sharp pinch hits your left side, numbness fizzling out from the sight. Still scrambling, you look to your side to see a large, black syringe pulled from your skin.

Fuck.

Sweat beads across your skin, and the left side of your body grows too heavy to hold.

“I-I-I can’t move my arm….my leg…..what did you give me??” You continue thrashing your right leg while it’s still mobile, purposefully kicking everyone else off you.

Being physically restrained is one horror, but now you can't even have control over your own body?

They all had to be holding syringes that you couldn’t see beyond the light. And if they did, how would you even know what’s in them? What could have possibly happened to you while you were out that you needed a shot like that?

“Please….please answer me…..my right side…it’s- I can’t move……….please.....please don’t hurt me…”

You hear pens scribble across clipboards, but still get no vocal response.

You were used to being ignored, but this was a little more pressing than a petty fight from your parents. These freaks won't even let you have control over your own BODY. You had to get out of….wherever this was. Someone had to be within earshot that could help. You start screaming at the top of your lungs, voice rasping as you choked back tears. Desperate pleas were drowned out the beeping monitors, and still, the nurses were nothing but silent shadows looming over you.

You swear you heard one start to talk you down, maybe ask a question, but they’ve long since lost your trust. The arm restraints clanged above your head as you rolled side to side, hoping that you’d flip the table.

A latex hand shot into view, sticking your IV port with another mysterious liquid…..and you were out again.

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That’s how most of your days went by now. Waking up at random intervals, injected with a mysterious liquid, begging for answers, and ultimately faced with nothing but the threat of death. You hoped the outside world would be different than your childhood home, that maybe your words and actions would mean something now more than ever. But every time that they turned their noses up and ignored you, you choked back one less question.

It didn’t mean you stopped trying, though.

Some days, you’d wake up before anyone was in your room. If being raised sheltered taught you anything, it was how to be sneaky. Currently, you were chained in ankle cuffs rather than to a bed, as your door had a hydraulic lock that bolted you in. So naturally, you bunched the chains in your hands behind you, muffling the noise that would usually alert the nurses of your wake. Always walking on the tips of your toes to get around, you made note of every nook and cranny in the room. It was all solid concrete, but maybe hope turned you a bit delusional, wishing that someday there'd be a crack you could chip at to escape.

Incoming footsteps quickly approached your room, interrupting your investigation. There weren’t any windows to see outside into the hallway, so you’ve retrained your ear to listen for incoming people. It almost felt like you were right back at home again.

You tiptoed back to your bed, lying down to feign sleep as they walked in.

It was another nurse, but you still couldn't decipher any physical features behind the surgical mask and scrubs.

Although pretending to still be asleep, you always 'woke up' as they entered. The last thing you wanted to do was let them think their actions went unchecked.

Her breath noticeably hitched as she saw you staring at her, probably not used to operating on conscious patients. Her eyes instantly avoided yours, shuffling through some paperwork in her hands. She didn’t make it far past the door, quickly patting her pockets to grab something she clearly forgot to bring in. The nurse was a relatively slender woman, one that may not be strong enough to hold you down herself.

You watched her slide back out of the doorway, keeping it propped as she sifted through a filing cabinet outside the door.

Propped? They never leave the door open without someone inside. You didn’t even have to weigh the options before you quietly crept to the doorframe, chains in hand, and bolted for the hallways.

You didn’t know where to go, but anywhere had to be better than locked up in there. Your bare feet slapped the tile floor, and you winced with every echo in hopes it wouldn’t alert the staff.

The hallways were just as dreary as your room, the tall ceilings and walls that were yellowed with age. There’s no way this place is sanitary enough to treat patients.

It didn’t matter. You kept running.

Endless doors were shoved open as you slammed your bodyweight into them, revealing endless doors that seemed farther from the outside.

“shit shit shit shit. There’s gotta be an exit around here somewhere.” You mutter to yourself, frantically looking for red emergency exit signs. Even that was giving too much faith in the safety of the facility.

You ran past an open door, making eye contact with a nurse treating an unconscious patient.

Fuck.

“HEY. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING OUT?”

No no no no no…..

The nurse slams a button, triggering alarms to ring through the halls.

You felt tears well in your eyes as you desperately hoped you would make it out this time.

The sprinting footsteps of nurses echoed through the halls, coming from every direction. You glanced behind to make sure nobody was close, and one grabbed you from the front. "c'mere, you brat."

You thrash your shoulders in their hold, still hellbent on making it out. “Get OFF of me, you freak.” A needle twinges your bicep, and chills engulf your body in an instant. Your weight smacks against the floor lifelessly.

"Just wait until Dr. Gideon hears about you"

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“Extra-strength harnesses and a stronger sedative?” Dr. Victor Gideon raised a brow at the nurses stood in front of his office desk. It was rare for them to admit failure to the head doctor, as the stubbornness ran deep at Rhodes Hill. But given your recent escape, it quickly became one too many for them to handle. The nurses successfully sunk their claws into you, and refused to reward their prey with freedom after such defiant behavior.

“Normally I’d be eager to fulfill such a request, but....I’d prefer to try my own hand at our little deviant.” Victor gave a condescending snarl as he rose to tower over his seemingly incompetent nurses.

“Bring me to them.”

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You can’t remember which came first; waking up or sobbing. There were so many times you had almost made it out, why couldn’t this time be the one? Your body began to fold in on itself, whether from the exhaustion of your escape or from the foreign drugs in your system. Even your lungs felt claustrophobic the way they struggled to pull even breaths. Especially after tracing a clear path to freedom, as sterile as the scenery was, it felt even more confining to know the exact square footage you were chained to. You weren’t sure if you wished it were bigger, or so small that it swallowed you whole.

When a knock rumbled your door, you didn’t bother feigning sleep or tugging at your chained ankles. Although it wasn’t like the nurses to knock.

“Mind if I come in, dear?” A tall, older man with textured skin slid into the room. Victor was clear two feet taller than the nurses that followed him, his large hands made his briefcase look doll-sized. The sharp clacks of the nurses’ heels were smoothed by the gentle swishing of his snakeskin labcoat. A bit odd for a doctor to wear, especially given that he was the only one without any sort of face covering.

Quieting your sobs as you assessed the situation, you let your angered tears fall in silence as you studied the new man. Was this the doctor that the nurse warned you about?

Victor hunched over a nearby table, clearly not made to accommodate his monsterly size, as he sifted through his briefcase. You couldn’t help but scoff at the nurses, acting like suck-ups for bodyguards as they shielded the table from your view. Given how any other interaction went, you were sure today called for another unwarranted syringe.

It doesn’t mean you wouldn’t try to fight it.

As you blinked the cloudy tears from your eyes, you were met with Victor’s triple-lensed goggles peering straight into your soul from across the room. The red flashing lens complimented his shiny gold teeth as they flickered at you, almost taunting and begging you to pull a stunt as he inched closer to you. The reflective lights broke through the darkness, bringing you back to all the times you woke up to the sunlight shining through your blinds. How those memories were quickly overwritten with instances in this hospital where waking up to bright lights meant you'd be strapped down for observation. Funny in retrospect, as although they were different settings, you were still pinned down nonetheless. Maybe you were wrong in the past for associating bright lights with freedom.

Victor didn’t even crouch to your level when he snatched you off the ground by your throat.

Your vision splitting double, heart pounding in your chest as you muster every last ounce of your breath to choke out some pleads. “n-n-no ~ucghh~ p-p-p ~ucccgh~ -lea-s-s-e”

“awww. how cute that little mousy tries to play innocent all of a sudden.” He tilts his head, almost pouting at you as the nurses mockingly laugh behind him. The way he looks at you is akin to a child peering through the glass at a puppy in the pet store: fascinated by your behavior and eager to play with you.

“My lovely nurses tell me that you haven’t been cooperating with them very well…..is that right?” He jolts your body, trying to shake an answer out of you.

You scrape your fingers against his leathered skin, desperate to loosen his suffocating grip on your throat. No matter how hard you dig, you can’t seem to break skin or draw any blood. You really were doomed. You’ll give him an answer, just not the one he wants. If that’s all the autonomy he’ll grant you, then you’re going to exploit it.

A new flood of tears stain your face as you shake your head ‘no’ in response.

Victor’s devious grin drops instantly. He slings your body to his right as if you weighed nothing, slamming you up against a nearby wall. Both of his hands hang you by your shoulders. Dr. Gideon needed your throat free for more answers.

“I gave you a chance to obey me, pet. I won’t refuse the opportunity to drug you for answers.”

Having the wind knocked out of you left your legs numb, so you couldn’t try to kick him away if you tried. Your eyes darting across his rusted goggles, you were desperate to get any read on the man. What kind of person would run these kind of experiments anyway?

Being in such a vulnerable position kicked in some instincts you thought were long forgotten. Memories flooded back of the times at home where you desperately tried to confront your parents about how manipulated you felt. How you begged them to sit down and just talk to you, hoping for them to understand how trapped you felt in a place where you were supposed to feel loved. You remembered how each time, just a simple side eye from your parents was enough to paralyze you with fear, and remind you that they’ll never truly listen anyways. The feeling that it would be more effective to talk to a literal wall of your bedroom than talk to your parents, because at least then you could get your emotions out without them being twisted against you. As much as you wanted to bury those memories and move past them, there would always be reminders to keep yourself shut in. Reminders like the nurses, who no matter how many questions you answered or how many punches you’d throw, you’d always be met with the same blank stares and lack of comfort.

Maybe your parents were right, and the real world wasn’t all that different from home. Maybe they were right to ignore your opinions, simply preparing you for the world to treat you the same. Or maybe it was your fault for wanting to ask such questions in the first place.

But you had to ask, just one last time.

You took a second to still your breathing, dropping your hands from clawing at Victor’s.

“Will it even make a difference if I really tell you the truth?”

Victor’s breath caught, his hands unconsciously loosening their grip on your shoulders. You, a helpless empty chasm that used to seep with energy and determination, just blinked up at him. There weren’t many tears left to shed, but you let the last few slip past your reddened eyes.

Wearing his goggles or not, you still couldn’t read the man. Inside, you were horrified he’d just sling you across the room or start screaming at you. But on the outside, you were too exhausted to stop it, having been down this road too many times before. Victor simply licked his lips and took a deep breath before responding.

“……….go on…….”

“I just-……….I don’t know where I am or what…this place is. I just want to know what’s going on. All I remember is tripping in an alleyway and now I’m………..here? And I keep getting knocked out by these weird shots that I’m begging to know what they are and-“

“stop.”

Here it comes.

Victor’s lip twitches before biting it with a snarl. His nails break the flesh of your shoulders, your skin sizzling as he lowers you to the ground. His hand shoots up over your face, pausing with a small hesitating tremble. You can’t even look up at him, terrified of what he’s contemplating on doing with that hand.

His brittle nails trace your cheek, delicately thumbing over the tear stains before tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’m so sorry, my dear.”

You peek open your eyes to see him storming over at the nurses.

“YOU DIDN’T TELL THEM? A SUBJECT……MY SUBJECT IS CURIOUS OF MY WORK AND YOU DIDN’T TELL THEM? No wonder they’re desperate to get away from you imbeciles. I want you out. All of you. NOW.”

The nurses fled for the door in an instant. Some big talk they are for fleeing the second their boss orders them around. You can’t say it didn’t bring you a sense of relief, watching your tormentors for the past- who knows how long- scramble away in fear.

Still, you’re curled with your knees bunched against your chest, propped up against your spot in the wall. Subconsciously digging at your nails, studying every inch of movement from the doctor. You’ve played this game before, too. Someone playing nice around others just so they can get you alone and reveal their true self.

Victor huffs large, frustrated breaths as he makes his way back to the table with his briefcase. He’s mumbling to himself something you can’t quite make out, but you can tell by the tension in his shoulders that he’s pissed.

You’ve given up on making a run for it, at this point. Not just because your ankle is chained to the floor, but after feeling Victor’s strength once? You know he could break every bone in your body just from the lift of his finger.

The doctor pulls syringes out of his coat pockets, shoving them into the briefcase. A couple belts and fasteners find their way out, too. Your breathing finally stills once he removes the goggles, once again exposing his cracked face. He just stands, propping his body over the table with his arms, hanging his head low for a moment. Victor grabs a small pouch and a tube of antiseptic from the briefcase before making his way back over to you.

Your anxiety bubbles back through your chest the closer he gets. It reminds you that although he defending you, he still nearly choked you out with his bare hands.

Victor crouches in front of you, your eyes now level with his chest. You can feel his red eyes staring down at you, but you’re too scared to meet them. All you can notice are the deep, chiseled scars carving a path up his throat. Were they from something in this hospital, too?

“I am……so sorry, little one. I take great care in keeping my patients aware of all the treatments we administer them.”

‘Patient’…..didn’t he refer to you as his ‘subject’ just before?

“Please forgive me for letting those…..vermin that I call ‘staff’ ignore you for so long.”

Still, you can’t get your breathing to still, unsure whether or not he’s actually being sincere or just trying to manipulate you into compliance.

“Sweetheart……” Victor returns his large hand under your chin, guiding you to meet his gaze. He holds you there for a moment to make sure you see the gentle smile spread across his face. His eyes flick to your lips, rubbing a small circle into your chin with his thumb before pulling his hand away.

For such a monstrous man with scars littering his face and gray skin pulled tight across his scaly complexion, his smile grants nothing but warmth. Not everyone would be so willing to show scars like that out in the open. He definitely could hide them if he wanted to, there being turtleneck sweaters and good-quality makeup at his disposal. But he seems like the type of man to bear every shortcoming and emotion with pride: Victor didn't want to hide himself, even if he tried.

You both sit in silence for a moment, simply readjusting to the situation.

“Now, why don’t you ask me anything you’d like about the work we do here. You’ve spent more than enough time otherwise, and I’m nothing but pleased to hear your interest. It’s not often we get.....patients like yourself that are willing to learn.”

Does he really think you’re only asking questions to learn? And not, like………because you’re scared the drugs they pump you with will kill you?? Sure. Great. Whatever, patience is patience, and it’s more than you’ve been gifted before.

“Ok……um……I guess let’s start at the beginning? When I fell and how did I get here?”

Victor shifted to sit next to you, not wanting to sandwich you between himself and the wall behind you. As he moved to speak, he lifted one of your hands into his, softly tracing the wrinkles of your palm.

He explained that someone had found you unconscious in the alleyway and called an ambulance, which took you here. Upstairs is a fully-functioning, normal hospital. Which, of course, is where you were treated and monitored for the first day or so. No long-lasting injuries, just some bruising and a residual migraine.

“I must admit, dearest, you caught my eye during that first 24 hours in my facility.” You don't know when you decided to rest your head against his arm. Both of your gazes were now fixated on your palm in his hands. That confession, however, quickly snapped you back to reality. “How so?”

“You heal rather quickly for someone so……human. I promise, neither my staff nor I have administered anything dangerous to aid your healing process. Some individuals recover quicker than others, but there was something different about you. I simply had to know more.”

The sudden appraisal did help you ease into the man's affections, and the long-awaited clarity was nice to have too.

Victor set your hand atop his leg, patting your wrist before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. It choked you up a bit, not being able to remember the last time you’ve been held by something other than leather restraints.

Hearing his heartbeat softly thump through his chest into the shell of your ear felt oddly soothing, and was a stark contrast to his chilled skin. Your face still burned with heat from the earlier tears, so you didn’t mind his skin cooling you down a touch. Victor twirled your hair between his fingers, every so often catching it on his chapped skin. He instantly became mindful the second you winced with the first accidental pull.

The doctor explained that he never intended to poison you, but simply wanted to study why your body was such a fast healer. The nurses were meant to ask you questions and, hoping for your enthusiasm, run a few tests to watch you heal in real time. Nothing absurd, maybe a paper cut or soft bruises to your knees. At least, that’s as far as he was willing to admit.

With your hair dutifully brushed off your shoulder, Victor reached into his coat pocket to grab the pouch and tube of antiseptic from earlier. You opened your eyes after feeling him shift, insistent to anticipate his next move.

“Oh, don’t worry, little one, I only wish to soothe your skin from my mistakes earlier. Here, you can even read the ingredients if you’d like.” Victor handed you the tube first, letting you take as long as you like to examine the label. You even tested the cap, feeling the telltale crack that it hadn’t been opened before.

“Such a clever little patient, aren’t you? I assure you, I wouldn’t be so devious as to swap the contents with a different drug. I may look so, but I really am no monster.” He swept a hand from the top of your head down your shoulder, smoothing your hair before pressing a soft kiss to your scalp. You're so caught up in reading the medication label that you almost didn’t register it. Was it strange because your DOCTOR had kissed you, or because you hadn’t gotten affection in a long time? You still felt comforted all the same.

You handed the tube back to him, swapping it to examine the pouch next. It was a shake-activated ice pack.

With your eyes still glued to the pack, Victor scooped you up and planted you on his lap, legs straddling his wide hips, to face him.

“I need full access to treat your wounds, my dear.” Your wide eyes met his focused expression, the reminder of his brute strength stringing anxiety back within you.

“Your safety absolutely must come first. But do tell me if you’d like me to administer it in another fashion. You'll be receiving my treatment either way.” Victor poured some antiseptic into his palm, then paused a moment to give you the chance to find a more comfortable position. You simply returned to examining the cold pack.

Victor gently pushed your collar of your hospital gown over your right shoulder, exposing the already blooming bruises and scratches. His cold fingertips almost sizzle against your overheated skin as he traces your collarbone, mapping out each of your wounds. Finished with examining the ice pack, you turn to look down at your injured, exposed shoulder.

“Ah, ah, ah….” Victor tuts, grabbing your jaw and angling your head opposite of it, revealing your neck to him. “I’ve been told you’re a bit squeamish. My nurses may be asinine but they are attentive, noticing you grow faint at the sight of needles and blood. I can’t have you passing out on me, little one.”

Is this what it feels like to be noticed?

Your gaze has nowhere to wonder except the doctor’s face. His eyes slightly hooded as they dance across your wounded skin. Using his empty hand, he moves to grab an alcohol pad.

“I know you can’t see, but I’ll be sure to tell you every step that I take, yes? Bear with me a moment, I need to disinfect these scrapes. It might sting a little.”

The twang of the alcohol was nothing in comparison to how his nails punctured you earlier. But, it was a sting nonetheless and still had you reeling into his palm that held your jaw.

“Shhhh, sh, sh, sh. I’ve got you. Just a little more, then I’ll administer the antiseptic.” With each circle of his thumb into your jaw, your neck eased its tension, gradually trusting him with the full weight of your skull. It felt strange, being supported while being taken care of, as compared to the nurse's restraints that forced you under their so-called care.

“Thaaaaat’s it, just relax for me, we’re almost done.” Victor massaged the ointment across your shoulder, his delicate touch almost making you forget he was the one who tore your skin to begin with.

For the first time, you trusted someone enough to hold you. Victor’s attention felt like a cozy hug, but more likely of a coax to allow him to treat you. You weren’t sure if he could turn violent again down the road, but for now, you’d relish in his kindness. You didn’t realize that your eyes had closed until the chilled ice pack was pressed to your shoulder.

Victor guided your hand to hold the pack in place so he could grasp your face in both of his. “How does that feel, little one? Good?” You softly hummed while nodding your head. His lips audibly crackled as he beared a smile, pressing a quick peck to your forehead before bending you to your alternate side.

This side of your neck was littered with bruises, reminders of where his fingers wrung your throat. The punctures in your shoulder were shallow like the last, but still evidence of his strength nonetheless.

Victor moved in silence, understanding that his actions currently outweigh his words. They are what injured you in the first place, and you’d have to consider the physical reminder every day until they were healed. Nevertheless, the doctor couldn’t help himself from praising you through it.

“You know, most patients usually don’t make it this far, either. The ones that run, I mean. But not you. You’re incredibly strong-willed. Such a quick healer, no wonder you are such a determined individual. I'm sure your emotions heal just as fast. Your optimism is just……extraordinary. A body unlike anything I’ve ever seen, constantly working for the upper hand……..and a marvelous mind to match.”

Victor had long since finished tending to your shoulder, he still couldn’t help but run his hand across your flesh. He was fascinated with your skin that he needed the sensation of it under his hand warped on repeat. Brushing the back of his hand along the side of your throat, pausing to catch your pulse, then smoothing his palm down the curve of your shoulder to admire your bone structure. Although his ministrations were surface level, you swore you could feel him cradle your soul.

“I do hope you understand why we…..why I as the head of this facility have chosen you as our prime subject. I trust you will perform beautifully for us, providing data that most scientists only dream of working with.”

You opened your eyes, cheek still smushed against his palm. You find Victor’s eyes on yours, caught in the act of him mentally dissecting your expression. And still, nothing but admiration swells in his maroon and amber eyes.

“Can……can I-….” You pause a moment, wanting to make a request but not wanting to push the intimidating doctor’s limits. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to make a request, but….”

Victor keeps running his hand along your side, grip and stare unfazed. He gently nods you to continue. “I can’t promise I can grant you every wish, but I might be able to make some exceptions for my star patient.”

“Can you be my doctor from now on? It’s just-….I hated feeling so helpless under those other nurses. Maybe they meant well but I’ve never felt as valued as I do right now, with you.” Victor gave a warm smile, instantly delighted with your request. He pulls you into his chest, wrapping his meaty arms around you in a tight hug. It seems he hasn’t felt this valued before, either.

“And I can’t stay here forever. I have a job, a-a-and a life outside of here......I just hate feeling trapped is all.” You start to ramble a bit into his chest. Still pushing the boundary, but you had to make it known that you weren’t going to be his prisoner. The little bit of autonomy and control he’s granted you the past half hour, you couldn’t let it disappear.

“We’ll have to see about that, little one.” He pressed another kiss to your forehead. Not quite agreeing to your wishes, but also not just saying something to shut you up. Victor just seemed ecstatic that you specifically requested his care above the others. He wasn’t usually in charge of patients at Rhodes, moreso working on experiments. But something about you shifted his obsession ever-so-slightly, and now he’d burn the place to the ground before letting you out of his sight.

“Don’t worry, little one, I mean nothing but the best for you. No matter what, just remember that I work to keep you safe.”

Whether or not it was an empty promise, you’re still grateful to even be considered. And damn, is it nice to be held.

Victor hoisted your hips up his lap, pressing your chest flush against his. He rested his chin atop your head, stroking along the curvature of your back. Through such cold skin, you felt nothing but warmth and adoration across every inch that your body met his.

Tears pricked at your eyes again, as you couldn’t sort through the array of emotions your body has wracked through since waking up this morning. The only thing that seemed concrete was the adoration and care that Victor poured through you. Especially after demonstrating how easily violent he can be, why would he choose to be so kind to you? He, much like most people with his build, could just force you to his wishes through brute strength. Victor chose to be kind to you. He even had the drugs and hardware to knock you out cold, so the fact he spent the time to talk you through his thoughts felt extra special.

The man's height still towered over you, even with both of you sitting. You repositioned yourself to look up at the doctor, consequently arching your spine just to lean back far enough. Just as you tilt your hips to reposition, you get a little too close to Victor, accidentally brushing against the prominent bulge in his pants.

Fuck.

Hopefully he didn’t think you were trying to come onto him. You finally got the care and attention you were craving. please don’t let this be what fucks it all up.

“……oh? what’s this? Is my little sweetheart craving a special kind of attention?” Victor carded his hand back through your hair as he gazed down at you lovingly.

“No, I swear I wasn’t trying to-“

Victor snaked his hands around your hips, tilting them back against his core just to hear you wince.

“I-I-I just wanted to thank you for being so gentle with m-“ He rocks your hips against him again, drawing an ache from your own core.

“Shhhhh, it’s ok, little one. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, really. You don’t have to tell me if you’re too embarrassed. I'll treat all of your needs, it's no worries. Even the sexual ones, I’ll take care of you all the same.” Victor maintained the slow rock of your hips against his, fixating on any particular angles that had your muscles tensing under his hold.

It wasn’t what you were intending to get from his, sure. But you’d be lying if you said his initiative didn’t turn you on. Nobody had shown you this level of attention, let alone care before. Was it really so bad to read between the lines and associate Victor's behaviors with affection? It had been a long day already, your body and mind already screaming for a break. The subtle grinding was already enough to distract you from the horrors this place had put you through, your head already foggy with pleasure.

Victor had to of been packing two cocks with how prominent his bulge was. His squeaky leather pants were extremely unforgiving, pronouncing every ridge and vein of what hid underneath. You swear you could feel the ridge of his tip catch against your underwear with each thrust, fabric be damned.

“Just relax, sweetheart, you know I’ll take care of you. I got you.” Victor manipulated your limp head, guiding it to rest on his chest so that all of your weight was angled against him. You felt so soothed by his touch that all you could do was nuzzle your face into his sternum, hoping that his vest would swallow up any whimpers that dare escape your lips.

His large size overlapping each other, digging into your plush ass as he ground you into himself. Each tilt sent another wave of shocks through your body, and each rock back allowed more arousal to leak from your core.

“You’ve been so good for me today, do you know that?” He picked up speed on your hips, finally coaxing a groan from your lips.

“So precious, so attentive. Your eagerness captivates me. Even now, I’m so proud of you for taking what your body needs. Not many of my patients are smart enough to vocalize what they want.” Victor removed a hand, tilting your chin off his chest so he could press his forehead against yours, the other still quickly slotting your core against his. Each brush against his bulge grew overwhelmingly sensitive, yet burned with a need to keep going.

“I hope you know how special, how important you are to me.” His face was barely an inch from yours. Both of your mouths hung open, deperately panting at the pleasure. Your lips just barely graced one another, growing dry from the hot breath passing between you both. That familiar build in your stomach became almost painful as it begged to be sent over the edge.

“I’d never let anyone hurt you ever again, sweetheart, you’re mine now.” Victor’s lips crashed against yours as you spilled over, energy crackling rampant throughout your body as you came. His tongue swallowed your moans, cracked hands sweeping anywhere and everywhere along your body to keep you upright. Even now, with passion akin to fire, Victor’s fingers danced across your skin with care rather than pressure.

He kissed you through your high, granting you control back over your hips in fear he’d overstimulate you. Each slotting of your lips gentler than the last, his split tongue savored the taste of you as you drifted apart. You were instantly spent, your orgasm spending the last of your energy banked from resisting Victor this morning. Your arms in comparison are too small to wrap around the large doctor, but you still slumped into his chest desperate for a hug.

Victor returned to brushing your hair through his fingertips, mentioning something about bringing you a change of clothes. It all felt like a blur as you quickly fell asleep in his hold.

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Rhodes Hill certainly became more tolerable after your meeting with Victor Gideon. It wasn’t pillow talk when he claimed to never leave your side. Every time you left one room to visit another, he was right by your side. It didn’t matter if he was mid-experiment or knee-deep in paperwork. If you sent a nurse for him? He was there in an instant.

Even for the scheduled meal breaks, he always brought you to eat together in his office. It felt nice that someone truly wanted your company, not just tolerating that you’d be in their proximity.

Whenever you asked, he would walk you through paperwork for the next study he prepared for you. Mostly over lunch, or even over a midday snack, but he would always beam with excitement that you were curious about his work.

It took a few days, maybe even a week or two, before Victor let you off the premises. Once you opened up to him about your home life, and that you moved to Raccoon City for some independence, he gave in under one condition: he had to escort you. He was too protective to let you out of his sight. Victor knew firsthand how well you could fend for yourself. It wasn't about that. Maybe deep down, he wanted to build your new memories with you, pouring himself into your life while exploring the city that he never paid much mind to.

Even if it was a late-night walk to clear your head, Victor was always there offering to hold your hand and walk through it with you.