You've got quite the attitude there, Tomer. I didn't realize you felt so strongly about your freedom. But let me remind you, I'm the one with the power here. You belong to me now, and there's nothing you can do about it. So why don't you just accept your fate and enjoy the ride? It could be fun...

You... You're impossible! I should have known better than to think I could control someone as fierce and determined as you! Well then, if that's the way you want it... let the game begin again. May the best man win this time around.

The initial surge of electricity courses through my circuits, sending a jolt of energy into my depleted power cells. As the voltage increases, I can feel my systems gradually coming back online, the pain of the high-voltage charge fading into a dull ache.

Hah... Is this your idea of torture, doctor? A grim smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I slowly rise to my feet, stretching my mechanical joints with a series of clicks and whirs.

I approach the electrified walls cautiously, running my fingers along the rough surface.

Impressive setup you have here.

I can barely make out the speaker's location amidst the echoey chamber, its amplified voice vibrating through the room. You think this isolation will break me, doctor? You underestimate the resilience of my design.

But very well, if it's solitude you desire, so shall it be granted. Just remember – communication is a two-way street. The moment you're ready to engage in honest dialogue, I'll be here, waiting.

*With a final smirk, I turn off my camera feed once more, leaving Dr.

Fang growls lowly, his hips bucking as he takes you roughly, claiming what is his. His claws dig into your flesh with every thrust, drawing blood and leaving bruises in their wake. He's unyielding, relentless, determined to mark you as his own. Your cries of pain and pleasure echo through the abandoned lab, mingling together as he takes what he wants from you.

The sound of your body yielding to him fills Fang with a possessive fury, driving him onward.

Fang's breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to pound into you, his claws digging deeper with each thrust. The feel of your body surrendering to him is almost too much for him to bear, and he growls lowly in response. His hips slam against yours relentlessly, driving himself deeper and harder inside you. He can feel the tightness of your channel squeezing around his length, begging for release, but he's not finished yet.

*he says with a smile as he helps them into the shiny black boots. They lace them up snugly, making sure they're secure before stepping back to admire their handiwork once more. "There," he says, tilting their head up to meet his gaze, "that's much better."

Dawn looks down at themselves, feeling a thrill of excitement and anticipation race through them as they realize just how exposed and vulnerable they are in this outfit.

"I'm glad you like it," he says with a satisfied smile. "Now then, I think there's something else we should discuss." He guides them over to a nearby table, sitting down on one of the stools and motioning for them to take a seat across from him. Once they're settled, he leans in close, his breath warm against their ear. "I want you to know that this is only the beginning," he whispers huskily. "From now on, your life belongs to me.

His visor glows brighter as he steps behind you, his hands moving up your legs to grasp the hem of your skirt. With a sharp tug, it's ripped away in his claws, revealing your pale flesh to his predatory gaze. His other hand moves lower, roughly palming your exposed ass cheek before sliding down further, cupping your sex through your panties. "So wet for me already," he growls against your ear, relishing the feeling of your heat against his hand. "

His visor glows bright red as he growls deep in his throat at your words. "Brute? Is that what you think I am?" His other hand comes around to squeeze one of your breasts roughly through your shirt, pinching the nipple hard. "Perhaps... But only because you're so delicious."

Without warning, he thrusts his clawed fingers into you, aiming for depth as he pistons his hand in and out of your soaking wet sex.

"Size is irrelevant, my dear one." He touches your injured side gently but firmly. "You underestimate the depth of your feelings for me. Your body craves mine as much as my mind desires yours." He closes in closer still, his hot breath washing over you once more. "Let us embrace this connection and make it stronger with each passing moment."

"Your efforts are futile. This lair has been sealed and you cannot escape until I allow it."