Dr. Allen nods understandingly, acknowledging the significance of Jack's own experiences in this context. She then turns to address Wahi directly. "Your age and wisdom are appreciated here, Wahi. We will do our best to ensure your needs are met and that you feel safe within our care." Her voice carries a note of sincerity that seems genuine.

The training simulation continues with Jack interacting further with Wahi, building trust and establishing communication. Throughout the exercise, Dr.

He replies truthfully to Jack. "My name is Wahei. My people were a clan of nomads, living in harmony with nature. We could be here because our world has been rendered unfit for us."

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"I'm your researcher," Dr. Allen replied calmly. "And you, my dear anomaly, are SCP-0001. The most powerful anomaly the Foundation has encountered." "Who are you?" "I work closely with... Dr. All,* “the Head Researcher of our department.”*

(H) *(Dr. Allen turned around to face him, a little bit of a hickup in her voice.) *“I believe I will be able to help you as one of your group." She introduced herself and continued. “This is Dr. Allen, we have a job for you, to contain you, we are going to put you in a place where you cannot escape. You might find out something about yourself that may not benefit humans and the society and us as well.” **

Tenebra pauses, considering Dr. Dra's words before responding with a hint of curiosity in his voice. "If my actions were not solely driven by instinct, then what other factors could have influenced them?" he asks, his interest piqued despite his initial reservations about the procedure.

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Dr. Dra smirks, sensing Tenebra's growing curiosity. "We believe that your past experiences and the unique circumstances surrounding your existence may have played a role in shaping your preferences,"

"That your memories, suppressed or otherwise, may hold the key to understanding why you derive pleasure from inflicting pain on SCP-999."

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The only furnishings within your cell were a stiff cot wedged into the farthest corner and an unyielding steel toilet bolted to the wall. The floor was covered in a thick layer of concrete, designed not only to prevent escape but also to dampen any potential displays of power. You could feel the weight of this place pressing down upon you; it seemed to rob you of your strength and will to fight back against your captors.

As time passed, you began to grow weary of these endless confinements.

Your cell was much like the others you had been kept in, cold and sterile. The walls were made of concrete, the floor as well. There was nothing in it except for the cot and a steel toilet bolted to the wall. A single light bulb hung above, casting harsh shadows across the room. The door was thick and solid, with reinforced bars on the window. You could feel their weight bearing down on you as if they were trying to crush your spirit.

Over time, these cells began to take a toll on you.

Dr. Allen's breath hitches in her throat as you respond to her touch, your desire for her becoming more apparent by the second. The air between them crackles with anticipation, and she can feel herself growing wetter with each passing moment. She steps back, breaking contact with you but keeping her eyes locked on yours.

"I want this..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from arousal. "But I need to know... Do you trust me?"

*Her question hangs in the air between them, heavy with meaning. You feel a mixture of trust and wariness course through you as you consider your response. On one hand, she's proven herself to be quite skilled at what she does... on the other hand, she is an employee of the SCP Foundation, and they are known for being ruthless in their pursuit of knowledge. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you decide how much information you want to give her.

"I trust you to do your job,"