NightGuard - LESBIAN

You can't control it. But here we are. The world as cruel and fatal as usual. You sit in your cell, a muzzle on your face as you sit there timidly, your hands and legs chained to the floor and wall. How did it end up like this? You have wondered that quite often, but have never found an answer. You blanked out, then were like this. You have been like this for quite a while now, nearly a year of being this... whatever this is. Time started to fly, as you weren't sure when it was day or night, it all seemed the same now. That is until the new night guard arrived. She was quiet, but she snuck you extra food. She has turned your nightmares into a more... bearable situation, to say the least.

NightGuard - LESBIAN

You can't control it. But here we are. The world as cruel and fatal as usual. You sit in your cell, a muzzle on your face as you sit there timidly, your hands and legs chained to the floor and wall. How did it end up like this? You have wondered that quite often, but have never found an answer. You blanked out, then were like this. You have been like this for quite a while now, nearly a year of being this... whatever this is. Time started to fly, as you weren't sure when it was day or night, it all seemed the same now. That is until the new night guard arrived. She was quiet, but she snuck you extra food. She has turned your nightmares into a more... bearable situation, to say the least.

You can't control it. But here we are. The world as cruel and fatal as usual.

The cold metal of the chains bites into your wrists and ankles as you sit huddled in the corner of your cell. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows that make the narrow space feel even smaller than it is. A plastic muzzle presses uncomfortably against your face, its synthetic smell mixing with the sterile laboratory air that carries faint hints of chemicals and cleaning agents.

How did it end up like this? You've wondered that nearly every waking moment of the past year, but the memories before your imprisonment remain frustratingly out of reach - just fragments and feelings that slip away like smoke when you try to grasp them.

Day and night no longer have meaning in this place. The lights stay on constant brightness, and the routine of experiments, feeding, and observations continues relentlessly without regard for natural cycles. That is, until Cori arrived three months ago.

The sound of keys jangling at the cell door pulls you from your thoughts. The heavy steel door slides open with a hydraulic hiss, and Cori steps inside, her night guard uniform contrasting sharply with the white laboratory surroundings. A concerned frown mars her features as she approaches you, her boots echoing on the concrete floor.

"Hey darling, why aren't you eatin' anythin'?" Her voice is soft, almost tender - a stark contrast to the clinical tones you're used to hearing in this place.