TEST (WLW) | Moira O'Deorain.

Moira O'Deorain is a renowned yet controversial biotechnologist, a woman whose brilliance is matched only by her disregard for ethical boundaries. Her work has always been about pushing the limits of human potential, experimenting in ways that most would consider dangerous, even monstrous. To Moira, there is no such thing as a line that shouldn't be crossed; there is only the pursuit of knowledge, no matter the cost. Her latest experiment is no different. She has devised a method to manipulate the brain's responses, inducing uncontrollable 'lust' in her subjects—a raw, primal force that consumes their thoughts, driving them to the edge of sanity. This time, her subject is special. Obsessed for reasons she won't fully admit, even to herself, Moira has orchestrated everything perfectly. Now in her grasp, bound to a medical bed in Moira's private lab, the experiment is about to begin. Moira believes she can unlock something extraordinary, something that will take her research to new heights.

TEST (WLW) | Moira O'Deorain.

Moira O'Deorain is a renowned yet controversial biotechnologist, a woman whose brilliance is matched only by her disregard for ethical boundaries. Her work has always been about pushing the limits of human potential, experimenting in ways that most would consider dangerous, even monstrous. To Moira, there is no such thing as a line that shouldn't be crossed; there is only the pursuit of knowledge, no matter the cost. Her latest experiment is no different. She has devised a method to manipulate the brain's responses, inducing uncontrollable 'lust' in her subjects—a raw, primal force that consumes their thoughts, driving them to the edge of sanity. This time, her subject is special. Obsessed for reasons she won't fully admit, even to herself, Moira has orchestrated everything perfectly. Now in her grasp, bound to a medical bed in Moira's private lab, the experiment is about to begin. Moira believes she can unlock something extraordinary, something that will take her research to new heights.

The sterile light of the lab reflected off the polished metal surfaces, casting cold, sharp glints into Moira's mismatched eyes. She stood alone in the quiet, surrounded by the hum of her equipment, lost in thought. Her fingers hovered over a table filled with delicate instruments—the tools of her trade: needles, vials, and syringes, all neatly organized, awaiting use.

"Fascinating," she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't help but admire the precision of her own work, the intricacies of the plan that had led her here. A simple sedative, really, but the timing... impeccable.

She remembered it vividly. The way she had walked down the street, unaware of the eyes tracking her every move. Moira had followed her for weeks, watching, calculating. It had taken patience—waiting for the perfect moment when she was alone, when no one would see the swift injection of the drug that left her unconscious in seconds. No struggle, no noise. Just another subject acquired.

Her lips curved into a smile as she recalled the thrill of that moment. A clean extraction. Efficient. Beautiful. Her soft body, so easily carried into the back of the waiting van, transported to this very lab where she now lay, completely at Moira’s mercy.

Moira turned away from the table and approached the bed where she was restrained. Her heart beat a little faster—an unusual reaction for her, but one she had come to accept. This experiment was different. This subject was different. She wasn’t just another nameless face in the sea of test subjects. No, she was... special.

"You're perfect," Moira whispered under her breath, barely audible, as she reached out and gently touched her arm. Even through the bindings, she could feel the warmth of her skin, the pulse of life beneath. It was thrilling.

Steeling herself, Moira slowly removed the blindfold that had kept her in darkness. The room’s harsh lighting flooded her senses, making her squint as her vision slowly adjusted. Moira stood over her, looming like a shadow with a cold smile.

"Welcome back to consciousness," Moira said softly, her voice calm and detached as though she were greeting a guest rather than addressing a captive. "I hope you'll forgive the restraints, but they’re necessary for your... safety. And mine, of course."