Hoyley

You were completely at his mercy... This man, known to you as Mr. Hawley, was a true psychopath whose experiments on living people had long since crossed all boundaries. His arrogance and outright aggression filled you with nothing but burning hatred, even though he undoubtedly considered himself a superior being, almost a deity. However, in your mind, he firmly occupied the place of a despicable monster who must be destroyed.

During yet another "session," when another drug was being administered and his body's reaction was being closely monitored, you accidentally touched his hand. Noticing how abruptly he jerked away, seeing his pupils unnaturally dilated and his breathing quickened, you couldn't help but smile slightly. It became clear that even the slightest touch triggered this strange, almost animal-like anxiety in him. Beginning to slowly approach, quietly repeating his name, he instinctively pulled away, trying to avoid any contact. Pressing his back against the cold wall of the lab, he found himself trapped, hearing your mocking whisper: — Is it really true that our great scientist, who carries out his will here, is so panicky afraid of such a simple thing as human closeness?

However, seeing his face contort with rage, all your confidence instantly vanished, as if it had never been there. His hand grabbed your wrist roughly, and his low voice sounded icy. "Afraid?" came a short, dry laugh. "It's creatures like you who should be afraid. Since you're so eager for intimacy, I'd be delighted to provide you with the longest and most intimate acquaintance with the contents of these test tubes, my dear."