The man didn’t answer, as the human had expected. Instead, the man’s already slitted eyes slit more as a round of clicks poured out of his mouth. Cursing him, the human suspected.

Then, the man bent over, grabbed the hair on the back of his head, and guided his mouth to his. Once again, a type of thick liquid poured in, but less concentrated this time.

His eyes went lax from pleasure which was weird, because his cock went completely soft. Maybe it was the warmth that swept through his body, or the strong scent of mint, but the human felt a wholeness he’d only experienced once before - when he still had his name.

What was it again?

It was an uncomfortable feeling not being able to remember. He remembered it was an uncommon name. Something his aunt had lovingly named him after her sister died giving birth.

He also remembered saying it over and over again before he lost it.

But what was it..?

It was hard trying to remember through the haze that shrouded his mind, so he stopped trying. Instead, he tried concentrating on the light that seemed to blur together as he passed it. Patterned specks of light flickered through his surroundings creating the illusion he was underwater. This was because of the ceiling, flooring, and walls were all made up of sloshing water that seemed to be encased in resin. It didn’t even feel strange when he touched it, it was like touching ultra-smooth jelly.

The thought of taking a large bite of it made his mouth water. He wasn’t hungry exactly, but he craved something - anything to eat, and if he could just slip through… but no. His captor must’ve read his thoughts somehow because he began to slip the human from his shoulder and into his arms.

Great. A princess carry. How romantic, though he much preferred being carried like a sack of potatoes. The human tried rolling his eyes at his delirious thoughts, but thought better of it. It was very possible that his eyes would roll too far back, so far back, that they’d get stuck, so he settled for a smack of his lips.

Three clicks was all it took for a door to appear in the walls and for the human to find himself in the place he would most definitely die in.

Stange, painful looking tools sat next to a hospital-looking bed. The room was sterile and white, with the strong scent of disinfectant in the air.

Those weren’t the things that actually scared him though. What scared him was the content of the glass jars that lined the walls on metal shelves. Human body parts.

Noses, ears, fingers, toes, eyes that seem to follow his every move and even limbs in bigger containers. They were all immersed in a green liquid, frozen there. Except the eyes. They were watching. He could feel them turn as the being holding him finally lay his body down on the white bed.

He tried to speak, but it felt as if his tongue was too big for his mouth. All that came out was muffled sobs from fear.

He didn’t even know why he cried. He knew this would happen.

He is going to die.