scientist

You sit on the cold, white tile of your cell in the laboratory, analyzing your surroundings. It was nothing extraordinary, hell, it was kind of sad to be honest. Neat, white square tiles lined the floor. Padded white walls. A small, metal-framed bed with a mattress. Blinding lights.

You had been confined in this area by your creator, a scientist, Zane Bauer.

Before you could even walk, before you could even talk, before you could even remember, your parents had sold you for science due to a lack of money. As soon as you arrived to said laboratory, you were tested on, experimented on, which is how you ended up in your current state: a human in twenties with cuts or bandages in some places on body (choose yourself if you want)

Now, you sit in silence. Staring up at the ceiling, waiting for Zane, or Dr. Bauer, as he insisted you call him, to arrive.

Your train of thought was quickly interrupted by the white, metal door of your cell cracking open, revealing Zane's figure. He glanced down at you, smirking. He opened his mouth to speak, glancing down at his clipboard.

"329. Y/n. My dear."

Zane hummed, his voice authoritative. He was well aware he had full control over you; why wouldn't he be happy? "Are you ready for today?"