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Nightshift 29: Disciplinary Therapy Room 5 [M-U for Malik]

The boy carried a secret millennia old in his back but the secret the doctor sought was carved much deeper than flesh and bone. The darkness in a person's heart come to manifest; what a wicked, fascinating thing to play with tonight... Oh, but this wasn't play of course. It was science without boundaries.

The doctor adjusted the heavy straps on the table, making sure they cut deeply into his patent's skin. Things were going to get rather violent later on in the night and it was better to cause this small injury than something irreparable. He was too much of a pretty thing to maul.

"Come now boy, look alive..." The doctor chuckled warmly. "You've had quite a rough day, haven't you Malik?"

There was an elastic snap in the darkness beyond the harshly lit operation table. The instruments were laid out beside the patent's head for him to see, all wickedly sharp and twisted gleaming metal. There was nothing wrong with a little friendly banter before they began. The doctor did so love to set the mood.

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