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Nightshift 33: Disciplinary Therapy Room 4 (M-U for Shadow)
The doctor stood, face and head covered in a surgical mask and cap, looming over the prone form strapped to the stretcher. He was a pretty thing, young, strong. And about to be broken.
He enjoyed it when there was such an easy way in. It would be a simple matter, and so entertaining. Bringing the proud down a few pegs, reminding these dogs of their place. They needed a kick now and again.
He smiled behind his mask and waited for his 'patient' to wake up.
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"Does that sound all right?"
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"Alright." Valyn nodded. It was probably best. If they were attacked...in this state, Shadow wouldn't think of defending himself, but would be more concerned with protecting his 'Lord'.
Valyn cleared his throat, hating himself for this. But he knew how he had to handle the situation. He looked over to Shadow, the meek and slack position his cousin had adopted causing him to internally wince.
"Mero. Come."