---- damp under her.
It was a pool of wetness under her thighs, clustering under the lights and his eyes look away to flicker to the monitor on her neck where the vitals fluctuated weakly.
Pulse...
56 Maximum attained :256 Active time: 2 hours 53 minutes Fool! he muttered under his breath.
His hands clenched into fists, he was angry.
Furious.
At no one but himself.
How can he let his rage cloud his senses? How can he leave her to bear with this? It wasn''t her fucking fault! Why did he punish her then? He strides forward and deactivated the machine with a quick swipe Are you alright, little one? I.
Tam...1..
He struggles to ask for forgiveness but then his heart clenched when she doesn''t react to his voice ---- on Little one His blood cleaned fingers softly caressed her cheek, hoping for those pretty lips to open and say something but they stay still, pressed in a line.
Realisation hits him like a punch to his gut Fuck! Little one! His rips the blindfold from her eyes, and his heart clenched again when he finds the ck cloth damp with her tears.
Her crimson eyes were shut, and her wetshes pressed faintly against her cheeks.
She had lost consciousness.
He didnt need anyone to tell him what had happened.
Overstimtionhed pushed too far, too fast.
She wasn''t ready for this level of conditioning, not yet.
An unfamiliar sensation that he wasnt used to confronting, wed at his insides-Guilt.
Vince, the greatest experiment in the world, the monster with the strongest controls, had ---- on Little one His blood cleaned fingers softly caressed her cheek, hoping for those pretty lips to open and say something but they stay still, pressed in a line.
Realisation hits him like a punch to his gut Fuck! Little one! His rips the blindfold from her eyes, and his heart clenched again when he finds the ck cloth damp with her tears.
Her crimson eyes were shut, and her wetshes pressed faintly against her cheeks.
She had lost consciousness.
He didnt need anyone to tell him what had happened.
Overstimtionhed pushed too far, too fast.
She wasn''t ready for this level of conditioning, not yet.
An unfamiliar sensation that he wasnt used to confronting, wed at his insides-Guilt.
Vince, the greatest experiment in the world, the monster with the strongest controls, had ---- miscalcted, had let his anger cloud his rationality and she had paid the price She could have pushed the apparatus.
Stopped it.
He only bound her wrists Her torso, legs were all free to stop it.
She could have easily gone against him.
But she didn''t.
She had epted his actions without a sound of protest.
And this very thought only multiplied his guilt.
Why little one? He should be proud at her, apuding her submission, praising her ability to follow orders.
But he felt sick at his stomach.
The old her would have broken the stupid machine into smithereens.
wed every wall of this ce.