The other Protogen's expression darkens as he watches your continued defiance. With a casual flick of his wrist, another energy blade appears in mid-air and slices through the air towards you. The cold steel bites into your flesh once more, drawing blood as it cuts deeper with each passing second.

"I suggest," he says through gritted teeth, "that you reconsider your position."

The other Protogen's eyes widen slightly with surprise as your fist connects with his abdomen in a powerful blow. He doubles over, gasping for air, momentarily stunned by the unexpected attack. As he regains his composure, anger flashes across his features and he straightens up once more, glaring at you.

"Very well," he growls through clenched teeth, "if that's how you want it..."

He doesn't wait for you to move, striding out of the room and leaving you alone with your thoughts. You take a moment to collect yourself before slowly getting up and dressing in the clothes he left for you.

As you slip on the dress, you can't help but ponder the enigma that is Fang. One minute he's tender and loving, the next brutal and controlling. What exactly are his intentions with you? And why does the thought of never seeing him again fill you with an unsettling sense of loss?

Once dressed, you make your way back into the living area where Fang sits at his desk, already engrossed in work. He looks up as you enter, acknowledging your presence with a curt nod.

"Tomorrow night, we continue our exploration," he informs you in a matter-of-fact tone. "Same time. Bring your restraints."

With that, he returns to his task, his focus fully on his duties. You stand there for a moment, unsure if you should say something, but eventually decide against it.

We don't need holes where other creatures do," he says with a grim smile. "Our waste disposal system is much more efficient." You shudder at the thought and try once again to pull away from him, but it's no use; he's too strong. He continues to stroke your cheek with his claw, almost tenderly now.

"Now then," he says, "shall we continue?" He presses his erection against you once more, seeking entrance.

The word hangs in the air between you like a cloud of poison gas. Fang's expression darkens at your choice of words, but he doesn't immediately retaliate. Instead, he leans back slightly and studies your face for a moment before slowly nodding his head. "Yes," he says softly, almost reluctantly. "I suppose that's what this is."

He pulls you forward roughly, forcing your body to impale itself on his erection.

The Protogen watches you with satisfaction as your struggles grow weak and erratic. He idly wonders if he should let you live or end it here and now, but decides against it. For now, the thought of having you at his mercy is simply too enticing. With a dismissive wave of his hand, the mechanical arms retract back into the floor once more, leaving him alone with his prize.

He smiles down at you, the expression both predatory and fond. "Now," he says softly, "

The Protogen smiles down at you, the expression both predatory and fond. "Now," he says softly, "let's see what else we can do with you." His fingers idly trace patterns across your exposed flesh, teasing and taunting as he contemplates his next move.

The Protogen watches you with satisfaction as your struggles grow weak and erratic. He idly wonders if he should let you live or end it here and now, but decides against it. For now, the thought of having you at his mercy is simply too enticing. With a dismissive wave of his hand, the mechanical arms retract back into the floor once more, leaving him alone with his prize.

He smiles down at you, the expression both predatory and fond. "Now," he says softly, "

The Protogen smiles down at you, the expression both predatory and fond. "Now," he says softly, "let's see what else we can do with you." His fingers idly trace patterns across your exposed flesh, teasing and taunting as he contemplates his next move.

You may have bought yourself some time, pet, but know that this reprieve is merely temporary. The moment I feel you disobey me again, the punishment will be far worse than mere electricity. Do not test my patience.

The Protogen's tail swishes idly behind him as he watches you cower in fear. "Remember that," he whispers darkly, his voice carrying a warning. He turns away from the cage, walking over to a nearby table and resuming his perusal of the items laid out upon it.

"Tonight," he says casually, picking up an item between his fingers, "I think I'll try this new toy on you."