{"sf1_id":1824733,"sf2_id":"rn65b37m","title":"Reel-to-Reel: Greentext (to be retitled)","author":"Asphalt","words":7602,"posted_at":"2022-02-28T04:13:00.000Z","tags":["Drugs","Military","Mk-ultra","Rape","brainwashing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1824733-reel-to-reel-greentext-to-be-retitled","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn65b37m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c2/42/c2423550-ad7d-4546-b1bf-dd9e2ffd34a2","description":"","content":"Chapter 1\n\n\"Again.\"  \n\\\u003ethe soft voice of the snow leopard standing next to the bank of CRT screens in front of you painted a stark contrast compared to the rest of your surroundings.  \n\\\u003ethe facility you were being held in had obviously been abandoned for some time before being repurposed by Groznian forces as an interment camp.  \n\\\u003ebeige paint peeling off of cinder block walls, long halls, and large holding rooms suggested that it had once been an elementary school.  \n\\\u003ethey had restored power at least, that much was made obvious by the cold glow of the halogen lamps stuck to the drop ceiling.  \n\\\u003eThe CRT's crackled back to life as she spoke.  \n\\\u003ethe jingle you had heard probably hundreds of times by now played once again.  \n\\\u003eone of the screens lit up, flashing the first portion of the task being demanded of you.  \n\\\u003eYou read the single digit projected onto its phosphor in a dejected tone:  \n\"One.\"  \n\\\u003eit was hard to speak with your arms chained above your head, but the blue eyes of that snow leopard in the lab coat watched you expectantly.  \n\\\u003eyou croaked out the rest of the now familiar sequence of numbers as they appeared randomly on one of the screens in front of you.  \n\"Seventeen. Six. Thirty two. Twenty seven. Eighty three. Four.\"  \n\\\u003eyou finished with a sigh. Clenching your teeth, you braced for what you knew was coming.  \n\"Good boy...\"  \n\\\u003eCoo'd the leopard as she stepped towards you.  \n\\\u003eHer long black hair with a slight curl framed the sadistic smile that was obvious in her voice alone.  \n\\*CRACK\\*  \n\\\u003eYou feel the distinct roughness of her paw pads as she smacks you across the face.  \n\\\u003eThe sting fades quickly though, compared to the bruises that cover your body.  \n\\\u003enow standing next to you, the leopard begins to idly play with the tattered Groznean battle fatigues that you've been dressed in.  \n\\\u003eyou turn away, but watch from the corner of your eye as she unconsciously licks her lips while gently running a claw across an exposed section of your torso.  \n\\\u003eshe slowly wraps one of her arms around your waist, but you wince when she suddenly digs her claws into your hip as she pulls in close.  \n\"I think that's enough for now. You did such a good job, but there's something else I want to try with you today.\"  \n\\\u003eshe purred, pressing her face into your neck, deliberately forcing her hot breath down the back of your shirt.  \n\\\u003eyou barely cared, your cell was almost as bad.  \n\\\u003eshe took a key from her pocket, and reaching above your head, freed you from the cuffs that held you upright.  \n\\\u003eyou almost caught yourself as you fell, but one of your knees gave out after a moment.  \n\\\u003ethe leopard caught you under one arm, gracefully pulling it over her shoulders as she released your restraints.  \n\"There you are... good boy...\"  \n\\\u003eshe coos again into your ear, savouring pained groan that escapes you as your weight shifts.  \n\\\u003eAdjusting her lab coat, she begins half guiding, half carrying you out the door, and down the hall.  \n\\\u003ethis time however, she skips the turn down the hall leading towards general prisoner quarters.  \n\\\u003eanother left turn, through a set of double doors and the buildings familiar state of the disrepair is significantly diminished.  \n\\\u003enothing approaching welcoming, but it looks like they've put a fresh coat of the that oppressive off-beige colour on the walls.  \n\\\u003eyou hear idle chatter ahead and realize that this must be the guards quarters.  \n\\\u003ebarely lifting your head, you glance around and see the smug looks and occasional chuckles from humans and anthros wearing the same uniform as the leopard who carried you.  \n\\\u003eYou almost trip when she stops to talk to another guard, but her arm around your waist catches you.  \n\"Don't make me regret this, Neva.\"  \n\\\u003esaid a gruff, unfamiliar voice.  \n\\\u003ethe leopard who held you at her side laughed sharply before responding.  \n\"HA! You saw the results of the preliminary trial, colonel. Dr. Spivak is very good at what they do.\"  \n\\\u003ethe first speaker only grunted in reply.  \n\\\u003eNeva. You were almost surprised that she had a name at all.  \n\\\u003esomehow it made her seem that much more cruel, showing how proud she was of the handwork displayed at her side.  \n\"You know Stoyan, there's some real tactical value in playing with your food.\"  \n\\\u003eher only reply was another, slightly angrier grunt.  \n\\\u003eshe turned away, and continued mostly carrying you down the hall past the rest of the guards.  \n\\\u003estopping at the end of the hall in front of a door bearing a red cross, she knocked.  \n\\\u003ethe door was answered by a female anthro, another large feline.  \n\\\u003ebut being so close, you could only see her lower paws sticking out from a pair of OR scrub pants, draped in a lab coat.  \n\\\u003ethey spoke what you assumed to be Groznian, but you couldn't tell the difference between the regional languages.  \n\\\u003ethough you were sure that you didn't like the \"doctors\" tone of voice when she handed something to Neva.  \n\\\u003eyou were especially sure that you didn't like the deep chuckle that Neva did while stashing it in a shirt pocket.  \n\\\u003ethe door in front of you closed gently as Neva turned you both back down the hall the way you had come.  \n\\\u003eYou only went one door down though, Neva opening the room next door to the dr's office lead you inside.  \n\\\u003ethe room was mostly taken up by 2 large beds, though a cardiogram cart stood in the corner, next to a pair of desks.  \n\\\u003enotes and diagrams regarding chemistry and human physiology were strewn across the walls.  \n\\\u003eyou barely have time to take this in before you're once again beset by Neva's hot, damp breath on your neck.  \n\\\u003eshe continues to carry you, almost stumbling herself now to the far wall.  \n\\\u003epinning you to it under one arm, she grabs your face with her free hand, and turns your head to one side.  \n\\\u003etongue lolling out of her mouth, she buries he face in your neck, licking almost from your collar bone to your chin in one slow drag.  \n\\\u003eshe pulled back still panting, you noticed a renewed hunger in her eyes as she met yours.  \n\"I couldn't believe my luck when they called in a captured humie.\" she giggled \"Let alone CIA spook. Why can't you adorable westerners leave well enough alone?\"  \n\\\u003eshe reached for her shirt pocket, and you noticed a small orange tube, roughly the size of a marker clipped inside.  \n\\\u003eas she pulled it from her pocket and uncapped it, you recognized it as an epi-pen style autoinjector.  \n\"Stay still baby, you're not going to enjoy this.\"  \n\\\u003eAnother, wider grin than before crept across her face as she pulled you close in her embrace.  \n\\\u003eyou felt a sharp pinch on the back of your left shoulder, and an unpleasant, prickly feeling spread across your body from the injection site.  \n\"Shh.. shh.. good boy...\"  \n\\\u003eNeva coo'd once again right into your ear, dropping the injector and stroking the back of your head with her hand.  \n\\\u003eyour body began to feel heavier, and it wasn't long before most of your weight was being held by the embracing leopard.  \n\"Lets lay down\" she said.   \n\\\u003eguiding you to the closer of the 2 beds, she sat you down, took off your tattered shirt and pants, tucking you into her bed in the only clothes that were actually yours. your boxers.  \n\\\u003eIt was the first time you had laid on anything but concrete or wood in 5 weeks, but it wasn't a restful experience.  \n\\\u003eYour body was aching now. A cold sweat began to dampen your forehead, and your joints felt like sandpaper when they moved.  \n\\\u003eyour guts felt like snakes, threatening to reject your most recent meal of broth and stale bread.  \n\\\u003ewhat was in that syringe?  \n\\\u003eNeva stepped back from the bed, and began undressing.  \n\\\u003eYou could see that she was smirking at you, and making no effort to hide how slowly she was removing her uniform.  \n\\\u003eAdmittedly, her time in the field had her body in top condition.  \n\\\u003eLean arms, and a slender build but for her slightly wider hips and powerful thighs.  \n\\\u003eShe could have been made specifically to run down escapees.  \n\\\u003eYou could feel your muscles starting to twitch as she stared down confidently at you in her underwear.  \n\\\u003eshe slowly swept her eyes across your beaten and bruised body half curled up in her bed with a very satisfied expression before walking around to the other side and getting under the covers herself.  \n\\\u003eyou could feel her breasts push against the back of your shoulders as she curled around you, placing her chin on top of your head.  \n\\\u003ewhatever they had given you had travelled through the rest of your systems by now.  \n\\\u003eevery fibre of your being ached, twitching muscles caused jolts of pain to keep you from resting.  \n\\\u003ewith every twitch or groan, you could hear Neva giggling softly in your ear.  \n\\\u003eshe held you close, stroking your hair, or rubbing your stomach. Comforting you, but savouring every moment of your misery.  \n\"Good boy... putting up with so much for me...\"  \n\\\u003ethe way she whispered praise into your ear made you feel sick, because it sounded like she meant it.  \n\\\u003eyour thoughts seemed more difficult to hold on to as your head began to swim.  \n\\\u003eyou could feel Neva's chest vibrate against yours as she started to purr.  \n\\\u003eyou also noticed a spot of warmth on the small of your back, and realized that she was grinding her crotch on the ridges of your spine.  \n\\\u003eher breathing got heavier as she slid one of her paws into her panties, sinking claws into your pec with the other.  \n\\\u003ea soft moan escaped her before she began to slowly wrap her jaws around the area where your neck and shoulder met.  \n\\\u003eshe chewed softly, leaving tender bite marks on your skin between breaks of whispering twisted praise into your ear.  \n\\\u003eyou felt her begin to twitch more frequently, and fighting the fog that clouded your thoughts you realized that she was about to cum.  \n\\\u003ethe conclusion sent a wave of dread washing over you.  \n\\\u003eyou barely had time to wonder why before gut instinct was proven correct.  \n\\\u003eNeva tensed up, sinking her teeth into your shoulder as she reached her climax.  \n\\\u003ethe arm that she had wrapped around your chest was so tight that you could barely breathe, squeezing a loud painful groan out of you.  \n\\\u003eyou felt the blood run down your shoulder blade, but it didn't seem like she had bitten you as deeply as you had first thought.  \n\\\u003eshe lapped at the area just below where the blood ran towards the bed sheets.  \n\\\u003ereaching for the shelf above the bed, she produced a small gauze pad and stemmed the bleeding of the small punctures she had left on your skin.  \n\"Such a brave soldier... Now... isn't that better?\"  \n\\\u003eshe mocked you lovingly as she finished tending to your shoulder.  \n\"This is the first bed you've felt in what, 4 weeks? Does it feel nice to lay somewhere warm, anon?\"  \n\\\u003eyou tried to answer yes, even if it was a lie, but found that you couldn't. you could barely coordinate making a fist, let alone speech.  \n\\\u003ewhat the fuck was in that syringe?  \n\"Yea? I bet it does. I bet I can think of something else that would feel nice too... what do you say cutie?\"  \n\\\u003eyou don't really know why you bothered, but you made another attempt at speech to decline her imminent advances.  \n\\\u003ethe only real noise you made was a pathetic whimper, eliciting another substantial giggle from Neva.  \n\"Yea? I thought so. Good boy...\"  \n\\\u003eher left paw crept up your neck, fingertips reaching to caress your chin, while the other took its time working its way down and into your boxers.  \n\\\u003eYour brain reeled in a narcotic haze, as her gentle but unwelcome touch played against the horrible sensations of nausea and cold sweats racked your body.  \n\\\u003eher fingers leisurely crept around inside your shorts, winding between the sensitive folds of skin that she found there.  \n\\\u003eshe giggled softly as you felt your cock begin to swell under her paws.  \n\\\u003eher giggling gave way to a sultry whisper that seemed genuinely impressed.  \n\"Oh my... what do we have here?\"  \n\\\u003eshe curled the index finger and thumb of her right hand around the base of your shaft, only a little to hard.  \n\\\u003eher hand on your chin continued to climb until she cradled your head in a gentle almost headlock.  \n\\\u003eher claws retracted, a soft finger caressed your ear.  \n\\\u003eher grip on your cock loosened slightly as she began to slowly stroke up and down.  \n\\\u003eyou felt a soft bump on the back of your head, and you could feel her inhaling the scent of your hair.  \n\\\u003eshe exhaled your scent with a deep shuddering purr.  \n\\\u003ea pained gasp escaped you yet again as your guts twisted.  \n\\\u003eyou felt her pawpads spread across your cheek as her hand slid towards your mouth.  \n\\\u003eNeva took advantage of your ragged breathing to push her index finger between your gum and upper lip  \n\\\u003eit was obvious how much she enjoyed the fact there was nothing you could do about it.  \n\\\u003eshe curled the rest of her hand around your dick now as well, and began to stroke more vigorously.  \n\\\u003ethe slightly rough surface of the pawpads on her other hand was much more stimulating there however.  \n\\\u003eher gentle grip barely pressed them into the skin of your shaft, and the softness of the flesh underneath cushioned the surface from below.  \n\\\u003eshe brought her hand up to the end of your shaft, and twisted it around the head slightly.  \n\\\u003ethe tender caress sent waves of pleasure across your body.  \n\\\u003ethe dopamine centres of your brain lit up for the first time it months.  \n\\\u003eyet at the same time, she stroking of her hand was like sandpaper.  \n\\\u003ethe cold, aching sweat that gripped you made everything your senses picked up an agony.  \n\\\u003ethe sound of her voice simultaneously slid through your ear canal like a warm drink, and rang your head like a bell with each \"s\" or \"p\" syllable.  \n\\\u003eher finger in your mouth felt like a file scraping at your gums, yet more intimate than anything you could imagine.  \n\\\u003eshe slowed the motion of her other hand, but tightened her grip significantly.  \n\\\u003eyou shuddered under the increased abrasive force.  \n\\\u003eNeva giggled again, pressing down on your rib-cage with her left elbow.  \n\\\u003eyou whimpered as she pressed into a deep bruise.  \n\\\u003eworse than that was the way that the pain was starting to compliment the feeling of her hand pleasuring your cock.  \n\\\u003eyou were barely coherent enough to be disgusted with yourself.  \n\\\u003eshe withdrew the finger from your mouth, and slid the crook of the thumb and index finger under your chin.  \n\\\u003ewith a gentle squeeze of your cheeks that felt like it could leave a welt, she slid her hand back down your neck onto your chest.  \n\\\u003eit was clear that she was in no hurry to finish you.  \n\\\u003eyour brain didn't last as long as your dick did.  \n\\\u003eshe continued to edge you for nearly an hour, but you were gone barely more than 20 minutes after she first slid her hand into your boxers.  \n\\\u003etaking all the time she wanted, she rolled you over towards her, pressing your face into her breasts.  \n\\\u003eyou barely noticed.  \n\\\u003eby this time your senses were little more than a haze of TV static.  \n\\\u003epain and pleasure blended into a fuzzy grey that pressed onto your brain with what felt like the pressure of the ocean.  \n\\\u003etaking your hand in hers, and placing it in her panties, she pushed against you.  \n\\\u003enot that you could tell.  \n\\\u003epushing and grinding against you, she found a rhythm\u0026nbsp; that rubbed her clitoris against one of your fingers.  \n\\\u003eafter getting herself off once more on your hand, she finally decided that she was satisfied for the night.  \n\"Are you ready baby?\"  \n\\\u003eyou didn't even realize she spoke.  \n\\\u003ethe pace of her stroking picked up a much more purposeful cadence.  \n\\\u003eit didn't take long after she decided to finish you before she could tell that you were getting close.  \n\\\u003eshe pushed down the front of your boxers, exposing your erect cock.  \n\\\u003epulling in close just before you came, she slipped its head into panties just far enough to spread the lips underneath few millimetres.  \n\\\u003ethe warm, comforting darkness as you came was the first distinct feeling you had gotten in over half an hour.  \n\\\u003emuscles across your body contracted as you pumped your hot load into her panties.  \n\"ooohhh anon...\"  \n\\\u003eshe moaned as the warmth flooded her underwear.  \n\\\u003ethe effect that the muscle spasm had on you was immediate however.  \n\\\u003ethe soothing embrace of darkness that descended over you was shattered by searing, white-hot pain.  \n\\\u003eyour eyes burned like they had staring at the sun, ears ringing like air horns.  \n\\\u003eyou didn't even know that you had begun to cry.  \n\\\u003eNeva, hands now free wrapped her right arm around your waist, and threading her left arm underneath you, slid her hand up the back of your neck.  \n\\\u003ethreading her fingers into your hair, she massaged your scalp.  \n\"Shh... it's alright baby... let it out...\"  \n\\\u003eshe coo'd into your ear as you sobbed into her chest.  \n\\\u003ethe intensity of before had subsided, and the familiar crushing TV static was back.  \n\\\u003eher petting of your hair slowed as she drifted off.  \n\\\u003esupremely satisfied expression fixed to her face as she feel asleep to the sound of your crying.   \n\\\u003ethe contents of that orange syringe continued to course through you, and you sobbed for around another hour before you finally fell asleep in Neva's arms.\n\nChapter 2\n\n\\\u003eyou awoke the next day to find yourself alone in Nevas bed.  \n\\\u003efor a blissful moment, you had forgotten where you were.  \n\\\u003eyou had time for a single peaceful sigh as you lay on the mattress with your eyes closed.  \n\\\u003ea sense of resignation washed over you as you opened your eyes however.  \n\\\u003ethe light streaming down from above burned your eyes, and you were suddenly aware of the aching that still hadn't left you.  \n\\\u003eyou heard a clinking and rattling near the foot of your bed, and raised your head slightly as you stirred.  \n\\\u003eNeva was standing at one of the desks that you had seen on your way in.  \n\\\u003eshe wore the same lab coat over her battle fatigues as she always did.  \n\\\u003eher head was turned to look at you over one of her shoulders.  \n\"Good morning Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eshe said casually.  \n\\\u003eyou propped yourself up on one arm as she turned back to her work.  \n\\\u003eit took a few minutes before you sat yourself upright.  \n\\\u003efinishing her task, Neva put whatever she was working on down on the table.  \n\\\u003eshe grabbed the cardiogram cart and rolled it over next to your bed.  \n\\\u003eadjusting the pillows against the headboard, she sat you upright against it.  \n\\\u003epulling up a chair as well, she sat down next to your bed.  \n\"Now, stay still Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eshe said as she took the first probe from the cart and peeled off its adhesive backing.  \n\\\u003eher warm hands contrasted with the cold metal contacts of the stickers.  \n\"Good boy...\"  \n\\\u003eshe coo'd as she finished applying the last one.  \n\\\u003eit began to beep rhythmically in time with your heartbeat as she turned it on.  \n\\\u003eyour stomach rumbled as you wondered what time it was, the windowless room offering no clues.  \n\\\u003eNeva took her time taking measurements on the machine.  \n\\\u003eafter allowing you to lay relatively comfortably for a while to take a baseline reading, she pressed a button next to the screen and turned towards you.  \n\"Now Anon, I don't want you to say anything, but just look at these pictures for me.\"  \n\\\u003eshe sounded like a kindergarten teacher as she spoke to you.  \n\\\u003elifting the clipboard in her lap that you had failed to notice, she turned it to face you.  \n\\\u003eit was a picture of the UN logo as well as the round CIA emblem.  \n\\\u003eyou were slightly confused, it would have been more surprising if they didn't know your affiliations.  \n\\\u003eshe looked over at the unchanged cardiogram screen, and gave a small nod as it seemed to confirm her expectations.  \n\\\u003eshe lowered the clipboard below the edge of the bed out of your sight, and cycled the papers it held.  \n\\\u003ethe next picture was of the apartment building that the agency had rented out for personnel where you stayed.  \n\\\u003eNeva looked past the clipboard at you for a moment with a slight smile, before turning to face the screen.  \n\\\u003ethe beeping emanating from it picked up the pace slightly as you thought about everyone else who lived in that building.  \n\\\u003eshe lowered the clipboard again, smirk still barely visible on her mouth.  \n\\\u003ethe next image she showed you was the one you were most hoping that wouldn't see.  \n\\\u003eit was a picture of your partner, Jess.   \n\\\u003eshe had started as your work partner, but became more than that a long time ago.  \n\\\u003ethe beeping increased sharply and Neva giggled as she watched the monitor.  \n\\\u003eshe turned back to see the distressed expression that you did your best to hide.  \n\"Someone important, Anon?\"  \n\\\u003eyou glared back at her but your anger was clearly cut with a healthy dose of fear.  \n\"Now now, don't dwell. I've got some other pictures to show you.\"  \n\\\u003eshe went through a few more pictures of places familiar to you in a similar fashion.  \n\\\u003eafter about half an hour of that, she put the clipboard back into her lap, and reached into one of her pockets.  \n\\\u003eproducing a small bottle, she poured two bar shaped pills into her pawpad in the centre of her hand.  \n\\\u003eas she stood up from her chair and reached towards you, you thought it odd that she had left you completely unrestrained  \n\\\u003eyou second guessed yourself immediately however.  \n\\\u003eshe gave you a sly, knowing smile as you looked back at her after glancing at your wrist.  \n\\\u003eshe was showing you that she didn't have to, the threat of what she'd do to you if you resisted was enough.  \n\\\u003edisgusted at your own complacency, you opened your mouth as she pressed the pills in her hand inside.  \n\\\u003eshe didn't remove her hand from over your lips until she was sure you had swallowed them both.  \n\\\u003eshe gave you a drink of water, and made notes on her clipboard while she waited for the pills to take effect.  \n\\\u003eby the time she restarted her test, your thinking was mostly a smear.   \n\\\u003eyou could think intelligently, but only had the will to hold your thoughts for a moment.  \n\\\u003ehow many more times she ran the test, you weren't sure, but your stomach was aching with hunger as the pills she gave you finally started to wear off.  \n\\\u003eshe put down the clipboard finally, and began to pull the probes off your chest.  \n\\\u003ethere wasn't much body hair left for them to yank out, but you still felt the strands they found.  \n\"You did such a good job, Anon. I think you've earned some breakfast.\"  \n\\\u003eshe swung your ankles off the side of the bed and sat next to you.  \n\\\u003epulling one of your arms over her shoulders, she stood the both of you up and led you towards the door.  \n\\\u003eshe opened it, leading you out to the right and down the hall.  \n\\\u003eyou soon heard the sound of around 2 dozen people chatting in what you assumed was Groznean.  \n\\\u003ethey grew louder as Neva mostly carried you towards a large, empty door frame ahead to your right.  \n\\\u003eas you turned through the doorway you saw that it was a cafeteria, and with most of the prison staff present, it was clearly lunch break.  \n\\\u003ea quiet spread across the room as everyone one by one turned to look at you and Neva.  \n\\\u003eit didn't last long though.  \n\\\u003eeveryone quickly looked away and returned to their conversations as she carried you towards a large grey-black wolf standing against the right wall drinking coffee.  \n\\\u003eeven through the drugs remaining in your system, you felt the atmosphere of the room change as soon as you had entered.  \n\\\u003eThe wolf that Neva lead you towards looked down at you both, huge arms folded over his slight beer gut.  \n\\\u003emaking no effort to disguise his expression of vague contempt.  \n\"Hey Stoyan!\"  \n\\\u003eshe said cheerfully as she stopped in front of him.  \n\"Neva.\"  \n\\\u003ehe replied in barely more than a grunt.  \n\\\u003eyou recognized his name and voice as the guy she stopped to talk to as she led you down the hall the first time.  \n\"I need to go fetch some stuff. Keep an eye on this one for me, will you?\"  \n\\\u003eNeva asked, pulling an office chair from one of the corner tables over next to him.  \n\"Are you sure that's a good idea?\"  \n\\\u003ehe asked in response, raising an eyebrow.  \n\"Aww, look at him, Stoyan. Don't think you can take half-starved humie? Besides, there's half a dozen guards between here and the door in this room alone.\"  \n\\\u003eshe teased him back.  \n\"Fine.\"  \n\\\u003ehe said, with another grunt.  \n\"Thank-you Sto-yan!\"  \n\\\u003eshe replied in a slightly sing-song voice that caused him to roll his eyes.  \n\\\u003esitting you down in the chair she had pulled up, she turned back the way you had came in and began to walk away.  \n\\\u003eshe stopped only a step or two away and turned around again.  \n\"Oh, and feed him for me, will you? I need him to have some strength for this afternoon.\"  \n\\\u003eshe didn't wait for a response before turning back around and leaving the cafeteria.  \n\\\u003eyou watched her leave, and tried not to catch the glances of the guards sitting or standing around the tables as you looked back down at your lap.  \n\\\u003estill, you saw a mix of expressions on the rest of the rooms occupants.  \n\\\u003eranging from hatred to pity, they skewed much more towards the latter than you anticipated.  \n\\\u003esimilarly unexpected was the tone of voice that Stoyan took when he spoke to you.  \n\"Not like it means much to you, but for the record, this place makes me sick.\"  \n\\\u003ehe said in a much more sympathetic voice than you expected.  \n\"Like- I know why this place and what they're trying to do here is important, we have no choice, but there's something wrong with anyone who wants to work here.\"  \n\\\u003eit was obvious who he was referring to.  \n\\\u003ehe sighed slightly and took another sip of his coffee.  \n\"So, burger?\"  \n\\\u003ehe asked after a moment in a matter of fact voice.  \n\\\u003eyou looked up at him in shock, but for the first time since you arrived you were too surprised to respond.  \n\"Uh, s-sure.\"  \n\\\u003eyou managed to stammer after a second.  \n\"Ketchup?\"  \n\\\u003ehe asked, chuckling slightly this time at your surprise.  \n\"s-sure, thanks.\"  \n\\\u003eyou replied still in shock.  \n\"Hey! You!\"  \n\\\u003ehe shouted at the nearest group of guards, and the closest came over.  \n\"Get him one with ketchup on.\"  \n\\\u003eStoyan told the human who looked like he could be your age.  \n\"Sir-?\"  \n\\\u003ethe guard started, but Stoyan interrupted him:  \n\"You saw who he came in with.\"  \n\\\u003ethe guards expression softened slightly.  \n\"Fair enough.\"  \n\\\u003ehe said and set off towards the kitchen.  \n\\\u003eyour gaze returned to a neutral position, staring at the floor a few feet in front of you as you tried to process the treatment you were receiving.  \n\"For what it's worth, I wouldn't wish her on anybody.\"  \n\\\u003eStoyan said before sipping his coffee after the guard walked away.  \n\"Me neither.\"  \n\\\u003eYou replied.  \n\\\u003eStoyan laughed, choking slightly on his coffee.  \n\"Ha! Don't make me like you, this job is hard enough already.\"  \n\\\u003ehe said, wiping his mouth.  \n\"Sorry about them by the way.\"  \n\\\u003ehe said when you didn't reply.  \n\"The walls of this place don't go up past the foam panels, so sound carries a lot more than you'd expect, and it's not like she's, uhh... discreet...\"  \n\\\u003eyour face flushed slightly, but it's not like you remembered making much noise.  \n\"I think I heard your voice last night. It's not like I remember much past her doorway anyway.\"  \n\\\u003eYou said, shrugging your shoulders and looking back up at him.  \n\\\u003ehe looked back at you with a mix of confusion and poorly disguised pity.  \n\"We heard you crying for over an hour last night.\"  \n\\\u003ehe admitted to you.  \n\\\u003eyour face sunk to a mix of confusion and shame, eyes falling slightly as you processed what he said.  \n\"Ahem...\"  \n\\\u003ethe guard that Stoyan sent to fetch you the burger broke your train of thought.  \n\\\u003eyou awkwardly half-turned towards him, taking your plate without looking him in the eye.  \n\"Thanks.\"  \n\\\u003eyou said sheepishly, setting it down on your lap.  \n\\\u003ethe silence was rather awkward as you ate.  \n\\\u003estill, the slightly dry cafeteria burger was gourmet compared to the broth, bread and porridge that you had grown used to eating in your cell.  \n\\\u003eit took you less than 2 minutes and 5 bites to clean your plate.  \n\\\u003eStoyan finished his coffee and let the mug hang at his side as you finished.  \n\\\u003eyou saw him turn and looked over to see him looking at you again.  \n\\\u003ehe looked like he was about to say something, but before he could, something over your other shoulder distracted him, and he looked up.  \n\"Thanks for that, Stoyan.\"  \n\\\u003ethe familiar voice caused your heart to sink.  \n\"Any time.\"  \n\\\u003ehe replied sarcastically as she stepped up to him.  \n\\\u003eyou stared straight ahead into the room of guards, head high for the first time since you entered the cafeteria.  \n\\\u003eit wasn't pride that held it there, but abject terror as the the reality that your brief respite was coming to an end sank in.  \n\\\u003ea few of the guards wore expressions of fear on their own faces, seeing your reaction to Neva's mere presence.  \n\\\u003eNeva put her hand on your shoulder, and forced you, trembling, up and out of the chair.  \n\"Wow Stoyan, what did you do to him?\"  \n\\\u003eNeva giggled, teasing Stoyan as he glared back at her silently.  \n\\\u003ea moment of silence passed.  \n\"You're no fun.\"  \n\\\u003eshe pouted before turning and leading you from the cafeteria.  \n\\\u003eyour legs carried you where she led you almost automatically.   \n\\\u003earriving at the doors that separated the guards quarters from rest of the prison, your legs shook as she paused to open them.\n\nChapter 3 (Unfinished)\n\n\\\u003eNeva opened the heavy double doors, and led you back into the more familiar, decrepit section of the complex.  \n\\\u003eshe took you back through the unkempt halls to the room with the bank of CRT screens that you knew too well.  \n\\\u003eopening it's windowless door, she lifted you off your weight slightly, as your feet began to instinctually resist entry.  \n\\\u003ethe scene that greeted you this time was slightly different however.  \n\\\u003easide from the familiar metal table, 3x4 bank of CRT's, and shackles hanging from the ceiling, there was array of modern looking medical equipment now as well.  \n\\\u003ea cardiogram cart similar to the one you had seen that morning now stood next to the table on the left wall, and a small fridge had been brought in.  \n\\\u003eNeva led you to roughly the centre of the room, and you expected her to lift your arms into the hanging restraints.  \n\\\u003einstead, she cuffed one of your wrists to the other behind your back.  \n\"Now, don't move, Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eshe said, standing you in the middle of the room.  \n\\\u003ethe bank of CRT's was to your front, and the door in the corner behind you on your right.  \n\\\u003estepping over to the table on your left, Neva began to prepare something she took from the cart as she passed.  \n\\\u003eyou stood, barefoot on the cold tiles as she worked in silence.  \n\\\u003eshe had to be deliberately letting you stew in anticipation  \n\\\u003ejust then, a noise came from behind you, and you turned to look automatically.  \n\\\u003eStoyan bowed his head slightly to fit through the doorway and entered.   \n\\\u003eyou shared an awkward look for a second, before Neva's voice called your attention back to your front.  \n\"Anon?\"  \n\\\u003eshe asked softly, and you turned back to face your original direction.  \n\\*CRACK\\*  \n\\\u003eher hand met your face in the opposite direction as you turned, hitting you hard across the face.  \n\\\u003eyou stumbled back in surprise.  \n\"I thought I told you not to move, Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eshe said in her disappointed-kindergarten-teacher voice again, grabbing a handful of the front of your jacket to stop you.  \n\\\u003eStoyan watched her with a look of disgust, before walking past your other side to the bank of CRT's.  \n\\\u003ehe leaned down and examined some of the playback equipment that they were rigged up to.  \n\\\u003eyour puzzled watching was interrupted however, by a mechanical clicking sound coming from behind you again.  \n\\\u003eyou remained facing the CRT's however, red paw print on your face still stinging.  \n\"Stoyan and I were chatting...\"  \n\\\u003ecame Neva's voice from behind you.  \n\"And he was telling me about how he doesn't think this is a very good idea.\"  \n\\\u003eher voice was casual as ever, but a grim expression crossed Stoyan's face as he turned to look at her.  \n\\\u003eas he did so, she grabbed a handful of hair on the back of your head.  \n\\\u003ebefore she had finished her sentence, she had used it to force you painfully to your knees and bent you slightly forwards.  \n\\\u003eyou grit teeth as they hit the tile hard, causing tears to well in your eyes.  \n\"I've argued and argued with him, but he doesn't seem to think you're worth the investment.\"  \n\\\u003eshe said, her voice far too blasé for what she was saying.  \n\\\u003ethat's when the next sound you heard made your blood run cold.  \n\\\u003ethe unmistakable sound of a shotgun being racked came from less than 2 feet behind your head.  \n\\\u003ewhere did she get that? was it in the room when you came in?  \n\\\u003eStoyan had straightened up, and took a half step towards her, but stopped.  \n\\\u003ehe did his best to cover the caution on his face with contempt, but it didn't quite work.  \n\"Neva...\"  \n\\\u003ehe said in a low growl.  \n\\\u003ebut she ignored him and continued talking:  \n\"It really is a shame, but... orders are orders...\"  \n\\\u003eshe said the last words very slowly, their inflection betraying her wide-mouthed smile.  \n\\\u003eyour brain froze as she did so, feeling a spot of cold rounded metal touch the back of your head slightly off centre, pushing it forwards.  \n\\\u003eyour eyes bulged in terror, and your breath caught in your chest as she bumped the muzzle of the shotgun against the back of your head.  \n\\\u003eStoyans eyes grew wide, fear now openly worn on his face.  \n\\\u003eHe drew in breath to shout as he raised on of his fists, but Neva interrupted him.  \n\\\u003efeeling the muzzle brush past your hair as she let it fall to her side, she erupted with laughter.  \n\"HAHAHAHAHA! Stoyan! You should have seen the look on your face!\"  \n\\\u003eshe roared.  \n\"You \\*actually\\* thought I was going to kill him! And you CARED! AHAHAHAHAHA!\"  \n\\\u003elaughter redoubling as she finished her sentence.  \n\\\u003eStoyan only glared back, hands balled into fists at his sides.  \n\"Sure you want to stay?\"  \n\\\u003eshe asked him, as her laughter subsided.  \n\"'Course I fucking don't.\" he snarled \"But you're not getting rid of me that easy.\"  \n\\\u003eNeva gave another laugh, much colder and sharper this time.  \n\"Ha! Have it your way, colonel.\"  \n\\\u003eshe turned back towards the table that she was working on before and placed her shotgun, a Benelli Super-90, on it.  \n\\\u003eit was a short, tactical shotgun intended for police use, it had replaced the long rifle-style buttstock for a pistol grip.  \n\\\u003eStoyan took a half step back again, returning to the position he was in before raising his fist at Neva.  \n\\\u003eyou remained kneeling on the floor, still frozen from the trauma of believing your childhood memories were about to be turned into floor-jam.  \n\\\u003eit wasn't long before Neva stood next to you again, lifting you up under one arm, she stood you on your feet again.  \n\\\u003eyour knees shook as adrenaline still coursed through you.  \n\"Silly Stoyan...\"  \n\\\u003eshe said softly in your ear as she undid your cuffs.  \n\"He should know better than to think I could hurt my sweet Anon...\"  \n\\\u003ethe irony of that line somehow brought you back to earth, and you glanced in confusion at Stoyan, who only looked at Neva with poorly disguised disgust.  \n\\\u003eshe ran a soft finger up your arm as she lifted it into one of the hanging shackles like she usually did.\n\n\\\u003ehoisting you up slightly, she secured your hands one at a time before stepping back.  \n\"Now, Anon, where was it we left off yesterday?\"  \n\\\u003eshe asked rhetorically, stepping around to your front.  \n\"The usual, was it? Well, make sure not to disappoint our guest.\"  \n\\\u003eshe ran a finger under your jaw as she looked from you over to Stoyan.  \n\\\u003ehe had relaxed slightly, shoulders back in their resting positions, his arms folded once again.  \n\\\u003ehis face still possessed the expression of mixed apprehension and contempt.  \n\\\u003eNeva's hand retuned to her side as she strode over towards where Stoyan stood next to the array of CRT's.  \n\"If you don't mind, Stoyan.\"  \n\\\u003eshe excused herself, pointing down to the playback setup he had been examining earlier.  \n\\\u003ehe stepped back and to the side wordlessly, arms remaining firmly folded.  \n\"Thank you.\"  \n\\\u003eNeva said, reaching down to pick up a remote.  \n\\\u003eher tail flicked during the moment she was bent over.  \n\\\u003estraightening up, she passed in front of the screens to the other side of the display where she always stood during these sessions.  \n\"Shall we begin?\"  \n\\\u003eshe asked, reaching down again to flick a switch near the base of the stand that the TV's stood on.  \n\\\u003ethey flickered to life as she did so.  \n\\\u003estanding back up and turning to smile at you, she pressed one of the buttons on the remote.  \n\\\u003ea short chime of a few piano keys played the familiar musical preamble, as she pulled a clipboard out of one of the lower pockets on her lab coat.  \n\\\u003ethen the numbers began to appear on the screens one at a time again.  \n\\\u003eboth Neva and Stoyan watched you expectantly as you began to read the sequence aloud as always.  \n\"One. Seventeen. Six. Thirty two. Twenty seven. Eighty three. Four.\"  \n\\\u003eyou read them aloud, pausing as you waited for the next number to appear on screen.  \n\"Again.\"  \n\\\u003esaid Neva when you finished, pressing the same button on her remote.  \n\"One. Seventeen. Six. Thirty two. Twenty seven. Eighty three. Four.\"  \n\\\u003eyou recited again in a resigned tone of voice, accustomed to the repetitive task demanded of you.  \n\"Again.\"  \n\\\u003eyour eyes flicked between the screens as they repeated the sequence, the display showing the current number being randomly chosen each time.  \n\"Again.\"  \n\\\u003eyou could feel the cuffs that suspended you from the ceiling beginning to bite into your wrists, but you knew there was still hours to go.  \n\"Again.\"  \n\\\u003eyou could have repeated the sequence with your eyes closed after the first day, but Neva had always demanded you watch the screens from the beginning.  \n\"Again.\"  \n\\\u003ethe sequence played over and over in fast forward in your mind as you read out the numbers again.  \n\"One. Seventeen. Six. Thirty two. Twenty sev-\"  \n\\\u003eyou choked, saying aloud the number you had anticipated, rather than the one that appeared on screen.  \n\\\u003eyour eyes widened as you realized your mistake, and the tired resignation that you felt had been displaced by cold fear once again.  \n\\\u003eNeva's wicked grin had began to spread across her face before you had even messed up, knowing you would fall into her trap.  \n\"Thirty-\"  \n\\\u003eyou tried to correct yourself, but Neva stopped the sequence with her remote and interrupted you.  \n\"Ah-ah\"   \n\\\u003eshe scolded gently  \n\"that doesn't sound like what I asked for.\"  \n\\\u003eher silky smooth tone of voice clearly relishing the anticipation, she placed down the remote stepped towards you.  \n\\\u003eher stride didn't carry her to your side this time however, but again over to the table where she had been working before.  \n\\\u003eeyes following her, you saw her take one of the glass IV bottles that sat on it.  \n\\\u003etaking it in one hand, she grabbed a standing IV hook with the other, and wheeled it the few feet over next to you.  \n\\\u003ehanging the bottle on the hook by its handle, she then reached into her pocket and pulled out some packages of sterile medical supplies  \n\\\u003eleaving the protective plastic cover over it, she attached the sharp needle of a syringe to the end of the IV prep-kit.  \n\\\u003eshe attached the other end to a small plastic cylinder, and took the bottle off of the hook to attach it to what she had prepared.  \n\\\u003eplacing the bottle back on it's hook, she took the other end of the tube in her hand, and turned her attention back towards you.  \n\"Dr. Spivak was kind enough to whip up something for us again today. Isn't that nice of her?\"  \n\\\u003ethe way she spoke made you doubt that it was kindness that the Dr. was acting out of.  \n\\\u003estepping around behind you, she stepped out of your peripheral vision and you lost sight of her.  \n\\\u003eyou tried not to turn your head as you heard her uncap the IV needle.  \n\\\u003epausing a moment to purge the air from the tube, she took your left elbow in her hand pulling it slightly away from where it hung next to your head.  \n\\\u003eyou felt a sharp pain as she inserted the IV tube, then withdrew the needle.  \n\\\u003eShe made soft \"Shh..\" noises in your ear as you felt her applying the adhesive meant to hold it in place.  \n\"I'm gonna give you some more of what I gave you last night, Anon, but we're trying a slightly different dosage.\"  \n\\\u003eshe said, her voice taking a more casual tone.  \n\\\u003eyour fear was now clearly written on your face again, and you glanced around the room, your eyes falling on Stoyan once more.  \n\\\u003ehis stony expression was frozen solid on his face, and he seemed to be looking through you rather than at you.  \n\\\u003eyou could tell he was trying his best not to see what was happening in front of his eyes.  \n\\\u003ethe IV in your arm tingled unpleasantly before she had even touched its faucet at the mouth of the jar.  \n\"We're going to keep running the test, then I'm going to stop and ask you some questions. Do you understand, Anon?\"  \n\\\u003eshe asked, retrieving her clipboard once again.  \n\\\u003ea moment passed while she waited for your reluctantly reply.  \n\"Yes.\"  \n\\\u003eyou said finally, your voice shaking slightly.  \n\"Good!\"  \n\\\u003eshe beamed back, making a mark on her clipboard.  \n\\\u003eafter doing so, she reached over to the faucet below the hanging IV bottle and turned it.  \n\\\u003eyou felt the same disgusting hot-prickly feeling that you had felt last night spreading from the IV site as Neva walked back to the bank of CRT's.  \n\\\u003eeven as the panic began to wash over you, it was dulled by familiar fuzzy static pressing on your brain.  \n\\\u003eyour vision began to swim slightly as she reached her place next to the screens and turned to face you.  \n\"Before we return to where we left off though, I want to get a baseline. Anon, how many fingers am I holding up?\"  \n\\\u003eyou squinted and tried to focus your vision on the hand she held up, a dozen or so feet away.  \n\"uhh..\"  \n\\\u003eyou tried to answer, but the image you saw seemed to shift slightly and make you second guess yourself.  \n\"Let's try something else.\"  \n\\\u003eNeva giggled slightly at your inability.  \n\\\u003eshe continued to ask you a few more simplistic questions, enjoying the progression of the bleary-eyed confusion that set in as you failed to answer correctly.  \n\\\u003etaking the remote from where she left it on a ledge of the TV rack, she turned to Stoyan with a much more serious smile on her face.  \n\"Now, watch this colonel.\"  \n\\\u003eshe said with conviction, and pressed the button a button on the remote dramatically.  \n\\\u003ethe jingle began to play, and as it did, the pressure that the static seemed to put on your psyche at least doubled.  \n\\\u003eyou groaned as your knees slackened slightly and the cuffs that held your wrists took more of your weight.  \n\\\u003ethe biting into your arms was indistinct however, and only served to add to the waves of acute, debilitating aching that washed over you.  \n\\\u003ethen, as the first number in the sequence flashed onto one of the screens in front of you, it hit you for the first time.  \n\\\u003eyour brain responded on its own.  \n\\\u003ethoughts that were not yours made themselves room inside your head, and compelled centres of your brain to obey.  \n\\\u003ethe first number of the sequence burned a bright red in your minds eye, and your voice spoke without your volition.  \n\"One.\"  \n\\\u003eyou said, in a completely neutral tone.  \n\\\u003estill, your voice wasn't it's usual deadpan sigh, but a sharp, punctual response to an order.  \n\\\u003eyou continued:  \n\\\u003e\"One. Seventeen. Six. Thirty two. Twenty seven. Eighty three. Four.\"  \n\\\u003eyour tongue moved on its own, reading aloud the rest of the numbers in the sequence as they burned in your mind like they were shaped from red ropes of thermite.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}