Thread: Pain is a Pleasure (Malidar & Higeki)

Higeki said The doors to a dimly-lit laboratory slowly creaked open, revealing a shadowy figure that was standing at the entrance. As it stepped inside, the loud clacking of heels echoed throughout the entire room. The doors automatically closed afterward, and the figure reached for a nearby switch, flipping it upward. Every light in the room instantly flickered on, tripling the previous level of illumination. The shadowy figure was revealed to be a beautiful young Caucasian woman. Her long, brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, but some stray locks were still hanging over her shoulders. She was sporting a skimpy, black leather suit that was decorated with small metal studs. It was extremely tight, showing off every last curve. Her two large breasts were dangerously close to bursting out from the material by some miracle, she was still able to breathe whilst wearing it. Those slender legs she possessed were covered by suntan pantyhose, which glittered as they reflected the light. She also wore a pair of black, high-heeled boots that extended up to her calf muscles. The room itself was a small, rectangular area. Shelves containing various chemicals, sharp utensils, and test tubes lined the walls. A small sink occupied one of the corners, and another one was occupied by a strange machine. A desk and an examination table sat adjacent to each other in the center of the room. On top of the latter was a second figure, bound by leather straps. The corners of the woman's lips curved upward into a malevolent grin as her eyes focused on the other figure. She continued to stare at it for a few seconds before walking up to the desk. Opening one of the top drawers, she briefly fumbled around inside. Moments later, she pulled out a syringe that was filled with an unknown substance possibly some sort of adrenaline shot. Moving over to the examination table, she looked over her helpless victim's body once more. The wrists and ankles appeared to be firmly bound, just as they were the last time she checked. Nodding to herself, she lowered the syringe and placed the tip of the needle over a certain vein on the other's left arm. She punctured the skin shortly, injecting the fluid into her victim's circulatory system. Once the task was finished, she pulled the needle out and set the syringe on top of her desk. With the knowledge that her new toy would be awakening very soon, she reached out and began to trace the other's lower lip with her right index finger. Click to expand... The dimly lit room was eerily silent, save for a few humming sounds that were simply white noise that would have otherwise gone unnoticed. However, when SHE arrived, the entire place seemed to come to life just for her, darkness broken by the overhead lights surging with power - silence broken by the sound of her boots in the floor. The figure her gaze fell upon was that of a young Japanese man. With his eyes closed in forced slumber, his disheveled hair gave the appearance of sleeping peacefully, even if that's the way his hair had always looked. Garbed in a loose-fitting t-shirt and jeans, the clothing did little to hide the lithe and athletic form of a swimmer's body underneath. He continued to dream as she pushed the needle into his arm - unaware that such dreams would be interrupted by nothing short of a living nightmare. A few seconds passed as she laid the syringe on her desk nearby, and then... Once the fluid quickly found its way through his system, brown eyes shot open suddenly, and her new toy sprung to life. His eyes were wide in shock and confusion, and he struggled frantically, pulling futilely at the bonds that held him to the table. His mind tried to assemble the fragments that would recount how he'd gotten here... For the past two years, the New Great War had raged, and Japan was all but conquered and occupied at this point. Even as a civilian, he wasn't safe from the conquering invaders, and the last thing he remembered was walking through the darkness and trying to avoid wandering enemy patrols. Finally, his eyes slowly moved toward his captor, gazing upward to the beautiful Caucasian woman standing over him. The look of fear and uncertainty were evident on his features, as if pulling at his bonds hadn't been enough of an indicator. Presently, he recoiled from her presence as much as possible, even though escape was no option.