"The latest candidate yielded the most promising results! A little sooner than expected, too. Though we have yet to discover any more beyond human enhancements, his regenerative capabilities are quite impressive. A pity that it seems to stop right up to the surface level. We still also have to continue pushing the boundaries of this healing…"
The Scientist's voice faded into droning. A buzzing circling around her. An insect that continued to sputter around, flicking its tiny wings with excitement. She couldn't continue to pay attention to the oversized fly, hypothesizing to his audience of squeak little mice, scribbling down notes, noses twitching as they took the Scientists babbles as serious as law.
She couldn't be bothered with his incessant voice, her eyes downward towards her hand, a slight smile on her face, heat rising to her cheeks.
Tristan howled as her mechanical fingers dug into his side, reopening the wound that had closed. Her bite on his shouldered deepened, teeth breaking through the skin, waterfall of thick red and burgundy blood cascading down his arm.
She pulled back, admiring her marks and shuddering at the look of fear and euphoria in his eyes, his face flushed, sweat gluing his hair to his burning forehead.
He was so beautiful, his chest heaving rapidly, his breathing hot and hurried. While she made him reel from pain with her peeling metal fingers, she also made his hips jerk and writhe with her soft human hand stroking up and down his swelling shaft. Her thumb toyed with the drooling tip and her tongue, having enough of the taste of copper, lapped up the salty mixture of sweat, saliva and tears from under his chin.
When her tongue continued its greedy journey to his earlobe and her teeth bit down, his moans cut off, his body stiffening as he reached the very pinnacle of ecstasy. She felt him throb and release all over her hand, chuckling against his ear as he coated her fingers. She lifted her hand up before his eyes, watching his reaction to the thick pearly essence dripping down her nails, pooling in her palm.
"I missed this…" She murmured, nuzzling against his flushed cheek, "I wanted to do this to you for so long." She turned her head to face him, her lips running against his, "You are so perfect…"
"Per… perfect…?" He pulled back slightly, his eyes gaining clarity, despite the humiliation, "Perfect?" He heaved out a sob, his eyes narrowed into a glare, "You… you ruined me."
She flinched, those words pulsing through her mind. She clenched her fist, grinding her teeth.
Ruined him?
He ruined that moment, threw her truth back at her spitefully, after she had given him not only the ability to heal, but to feel pleasure no matter what her rage did to him! Who knows what other miracles she had given on him!
Ruined him?!
HE WAS PERFECT FOR HER!
"Madame Dante? Madame Dante are you listening-"
Her eyes jerked to the side, staring at The Scientist and his lab-rats, "WHAT?!"
Her voice came out in a primal roar and the Scientist paled, regretting his tone. His technicians finally showed emotion, backing away from her, their knees buckling under the weight of her sudden anguish. The Scientist gulped, running his thick fingers over his mustache, "Madame Dante, we were just… eager to get to the next phase."
"Phase?" She rested her cheek against her knuckles, the pressure in the room receding back to her, "What is this next phase?"
"You haven't allowed us to ramp up our testing of his regenerative abilities, nor have you pushed him further. If you were to break his ankle again, or perhaps remove a limb-"
Her head tilted away from her knuckles before they landed onto the robust surface of her desk. The splintering of wood thundered throughout the room, "Do you wish to revisit this?"
He sputtered a little, reminding himself that she was not the young teen he knew before, but a woman well versed in violence. He stroked his chin before nodding, "What about any other superhuman abilities? We should begin that phase of testing."
She relaxed, tapping her fingers against the cracked wood, "Well, we can rule out super strength. No psychic abilities."
The Scientist mused, "Unlike Sybil, he is still off average intelligence. Speaking of Miss Sybil, I would like to see how she has been progressing. I am impressed she has lived so-"
"You have one job. One patient."
There was no way in hell would this fool come near her family. It was bad enough that she had no other option that to use him for Tristan.
She had to admit that she owed the condescending prick some thanks.
She'll never give it to him though.
"Perhaps healing is all that he is capable off." The old Doctor chuckled, "Certainly for your peculiar taste, that is all you need."
"For my tastes? Yes. However, just being able to survive is not satisfactory. I made a promise. There has to be some other mutation discovered. Something that can be used against me…"
"Why are you intent in building a weapon against yourself?" The Scientist peered down at her, his glasses shifting down the bridge of his nose, "That seems…well something that your ex-husband did..."
Her brow knotted, her head tilting sharply to the side, a resounding POP, like a bullet to the heart, ricocheted through the room.
He seemed so eager to die.
How many more times will she allow that fat mouth to run it's tongue before she ripped it out?
The Scientist cleared his threat, pulling a tissue from his front pocket, wiping away sweat from his brow, "I only mean to give a fair warning, Madame Dante."
"I don't care." She looked away from him, no longer interested in fear emanating from his bloated body, "You want to see what the serum does to him? Correct. Further the research that you have left behind?"
"Yes, of course, Madame Dante." He swallowed slowly, surprised that he was still breathing, "I still think you should push his limits. Perhaps the actual threat of death."
"Tristan knows that I would not kill him." She didn't emphasize that fact that she most definitely did not want to kill him.
"You do not know that. Nor will you let your staff nor mine push him." He pushed his glasses back towards his eyes, focusing on her, "You showed me the previous failure. The reason for the invitation back into your graces."
She blinked, recalling the pitiful abomination lumbering in his cell. She closed her eyes, considering the chances.
She had learned, a long time ago, what she will do for survival.
What will Tristan learn?
Who could teach him better than the welcoming gift she had saved just for him?
"Well, well, well… you have some good ideas remaining." She leaned back against her chair, pushing away from her desk before she stood up, "Doctor, we will begin the next phase."
"Shall I prepare my patient?"
Once more she glared at him, her nostrils flaring, "No. I will prepare MY Tristan. You just stand up, watch your little monitors and take notes." She walked past him, her muscular shoulder shoving him away from her path, "We'll get the results we need."
He huffed, patting the bruise forming under the white sleeve of his lab coat, "What if he has no more results?"
She closed her eyes, paused in her steps, "… that's for me to find out, Doctor."
Tristan will not disappoint her.
He can't.
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