I sat on the bed, pondering what I can do. The room was completely indoors. No windows I can climb out of and no lock to pick as there was only a lock on the outside. I was completely trapped. Across from the bed was a mirror, as I went closer to it I saw that it was nailed to the wall. That didn't make any sense, why nail a mirror to the wall when you can hang it?
Then it all made sense. It was a one way mirror. I was being watched. This was the same with the mirror in the bathroom and in that moment I saw a camera in every corner of the room. There wasn't a single spot in the room where I wasn't being watched. This made me terrified. I sat back down on the bed, accepting my fate. There were two feelings I felt in that moment; fear and hunger.
I hadn't eaten in... I didn't know how long I had been asleep. But it must've been a long time as my entire body was hairless and there were still marks across my body from where the straps cut in, suggesting I'd been tied up for a while. I needed something to eat. I didn't know how I could eat. I know that the scientist said to me, "Call if you need anything."
She made it sound like I was a guest here, but I wasn't. I was a prisoner. Maybe I could still press the intercom and ask for food. With this in mind I pressed the button and heard a loud buzz.
Someone on the other line asked, "Yes, what is it?" I took a deep breath, hoping when the scientist said, "Call if you need anything," she actually meant it and asked, "Could I have some food, please?"
The buzz sounded again and I heard no reply. I expected that this meant the answer was a resounding no. But then in that moment I heard my door unlock and swing open. An attendant dressed in white came in with a tray. This tray had a bowl of Greek yoghurt, a tub of egg mayonnaise, grilled fish on a bed of quinoa, charred asparagus and two strange looking pills next to a glass of water.
It was a lot of food. More than I expected. More than I needed.
I think the attendant noticed this as he then explained, "The boss likes his subjects to be nice and meaty. As thick as a brick. Looking like a man, if you will. Eat all of it as it is one of the last real meals you'll have in a long time."
As I looked over the spread I couldn't help but ask, "What is that pill there for?"
"It's a drug that makes a certain part of your body bigger, this will be beneficial to the boss' experiments." He explained.
Experiment? I instantly stood up and pointed at him on this word.
"Experiment? I'm here to be experimented upon?" I asked desperately, hoping the answer would be no.
From the clinical look of this place I worried that's what it would be, but this was confirmation. The attendant cursed himself under his breath.
There was a look on his face that said, "Shit, I've said too much."
He then looks up at me and slowly nods. I felt like I was going to be sick. It felt like the room was closing in on me. All the walls were coming closer. Or maybe I was just growing smaller.
"Why me? What kind of experiments?" I demanded.
I was going to be reduced to nothing more than a lab rat.
"I've already said too much. Have the pill after the food." He was about to close the door.
In that moment I knew I couldn't let this happen to me. I couldn't let myself become the subject of depraved and clearly sexual experiments. I had already deduced from everything I've been told about this place that these experiments were sexual. I couldn't and wouldn't let that happen to me.
Not when there's an open door. I immediately took off on my heels, past the door and into the corridor. I didn't care that I was naked, I just had to leave this place. I ran down the corridor and burst into a staircase. I didn't know if I was being followed, I couldn't look behind me. I ran down the stairs as fast as possible. So fast I couldn't find my footing.
My bare foot missed a step and I fell forwards, my muscular body landing roughly on the concrete stairs before tumbling down them for the rest of the way. Each step I was an inch away from breaking my neck and dying. But I was lucky enough to survive the fall. My body however, was covered in fresh scars. Knowing I couldn't let this stop me from pushing onward I used the railing as support to stumble to my feet.
But I was on the floor for too long. Scientists had already caught up to me. Two of them grabbed my arms and tried to hold me against the wall. But I had the strength of a body builder and determination to get out of this hell hole. However as soon as more scientists came they all began to gather round me. There were four scientists keeping my arms pinned to the wall, another four for my legs and another two pushing against my chest.
Even as I struggled with all my might, I couldn't match the force of ten people combined and gave in. The same scientist who interviewed me and showed me my room stepped forward and slapped me across the face making me flinch.
"You idiot. You really thought you could escape from here? I'm going to get into so much trouble for this, you know that?" She asked me, her voice level rising with anger.
"You want to know why you're here? You have been brought here to be milked for your cum. This is a Milking Imarbitarian. As soon as the boss gets here you will become a lab rat, the subject of hundreds of sexually deprived experiments at his hands. If you accept that now, your life will be easy. The more attempts of escape you make, the worse your life will get." She explained.
"As the real experiments haven't yet begun, there will be no punishment for this. But that won't be the case soon. Accept your fate and submit."
