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It’s been a few months since you started working at Rose Radiation Research. You’ve settled well into your role at the radiation labs and almost everyone is, for the most part, kind to you — the only exceptions being the few coworkers you have that are asocial to where they don’t really even talk to you if they don’t have to, but you could tell that it wasn’t personal. You were okay with that. Everyone has their boundaries and preferences, after all. So as far as you were concerned, you got along with pretty much everyone. Your colleagues in the unit where you work threw you a little welcoming party to make you feel at home. Even your boss, Dr. Muraco Rose, was pretty laid back and willing to teach you everything you needed to know to get used to the new workplace. Ignorance of a topic of study wasn’t an issue either; your colleagues were always willing to explain — sometimes in the most excruciating detail — everything you could possibly want to know, and then some. Everything seemed to be going well for you — a steady job, decent coworkers, and fantastic pay.
…Well, not everything, it turns out. While you completely expected a bunch of maladjusted scientists to be at least a little bit weird, you didn’t expect the sheer levels of eccentricity that you are now forced to bear witness to daily. Not that it didn’t make your workday interesting, but sometimes you wished Dr. Rose wouldn’t light up a joint while on the job. Or Wintra and her muttering about necromancy and reanimation. Or Mingan and his selfies. Those are usually normal, until they feature pets that have also been clearly reanimated; probably the source of Wintra’s annoyed grumblings, you realize. Then there’s Pavlov, or at least, that’s what he calls himself. You can’t ever understand him, and you feel like he’s observing every word you say. To make matters worse, you were pretty sure that several of these people were participating in orgies, without the decency of taking it off the premises. Yikes. Kinda hot , but also yikes .
Dalton was the only one of the bunch that was outright hostile for no reason, but you quickly discovered he’s like this to everyone; just a miserable, grouchy-ass bitch with nothing better to do than gripe and groan. You didn’t really care that much when you knew it wasn’t personal, or because you did something wrong. Turns out, he was in a perpetually shitty mood from Ferric’s shenanigans. Probably among the worst of the worst, Dr. Holmberg. Supposedly, anyway. Out of everyone you worked with, he was the only one almost universally avoided like the plague, and people would swerve to get out of his way. You couldn’t really understand why, since he seemed like a calm and level-headed guy whenever you passed by him, but nonetheless Dr. Rose made it very clear that nobody was to go anywhere alone with him. Skeevy . You were still a little curious, though… He was a pretty small guy, even smaller than you. Oh well. Anyway…
Dr. Avery Wyatt was mostly normal, but the poor dude clearly needed a Xanax and a nap. His anxiety was off the charts, he was afraid of everything . Like anyone else, he was afraid of Ferric the most. That dude just pops up in everyone’s list of troubles, and it leaves you baffled. How Avery maintained a job here though, you weren’t sure. There was an abundance of fucked bullshit beyond human comprehension, and you would have expected it to overwhelm him by now. Maybe he works in a more tame department?
Avery and Ferric apparently had some sort of history together, but asking around never got you any details beyond that. Everyone was tight-lipped about it, like it was something that nobody else should ever know about. You tried asking Avery directly, but he’d just shake his head and say it’s something he “wants to forget”, before excusing himself as quickly as he could. So, whatever it was, it must have been really bad. You considered asking Ferric, but you’d prefer to ask him privately considering everyone else was keen to forget whatever it was that happened. But that would mean going against Dr. Rose’s very strong recommendation to keep clear of Ferric. Maybe he was just messing with you? You were a newbie, and Ferric seemed to be the least threatening thing in the building…He was short, and probably twice your age. He couldn’t handle himself, or even a single inch of his workspace, getting dirty or messy. It was hard to see him as someone you wouldn’t see able to handle on your own, if you needed to.
Getting his attention without also getting Dr. Rose’s attention wasn’t easy, with the two of you working in completely different lab units. And whenever Ferric wasn’t in his own lab, Dr. Rose was almost always supervising him. But eventually, you managed to catch him alone.
Ferric grinned with a condescending interest. “Going against Muraco’s orders already, are we?”
You found that a little attractive, but you didn’t let it linger. After all, this gremlin of a man? Really? Besides his height, the only reason his height didn’t make you think he was a child is the fact that this man is just not aging well. He smells like he bathes in a tub full of bleach and cologne daily, too. Not your type. You think.
“Look, I’m sorry, don’t tell him about this, I do like this job and don’t want to get fired already,” you pleaded with him, realizing that going against the boss’s orders this early into your employment wasn’t the brightest move.
“Oh, don’t you worry. Getting fired is the least, the least, the least of your worries. He won’t do that to you over this.”
Oh for fuck’s sake, stop getting hot and bothered over him talking down to you a little bit! It’s too soon to start thinking about fucking your colleagues over a single exchange. That was a bad habit of yours, and now it’s started again in record time. “Then why doesn’t he want anyone alone with you…?”
He stared at you for a few seconds. Which…made you a little uneasy, not able to read his eyes behind those dark goggles he wears. You’ve heard that his eyes can’t handle light like they’re supposed to, but it was a little creepy. “Do you want to find out?”
Well, that’s an unnerving offer that you weren’t sure you wanted to take him up on. Part of you wanted to, but Dr. Rose’s warning was clear, and it had to be for a reason. “No, I actually had something else I wanted to find out. I’ve been asking around about why Avery gets so spooked whenever you show up, but nobody wants to tell me.”
“Well, how funny! Same reason why Muraco won’t let anyone near me alone. I guess I just don’t know, don’t know, don’t know how to behave!”
That wasn’t a good sign, but you were too curious to stop the conversation there. “Oh…I see. Actually, I don’t. Could you…?”
“Explain? Gladly. Away from prying ears, though. My main office is just down the hall, though I don’t usually use it. Spend most of my time downstairs.”
You were trying to avoid doing exactly that, but it couldn’t be helped. After all, what could he even do to you? You were certain that if he tried anything, you could fend him off just fine. And he was being nice enough to answer your question for you, even though it’s obviously something deeply personal. This was the first time the two of you had ever spoken, and he didn’t have to tell you anything, but was choosing to tell you regardless. As you followed him down the hallway to his office, you wondered if you were doing the right thing by prying into your coworker’s private lives. Surely it was okay if they offered, though?
Oh well. Consequences are for others. Or at least your future self.
Ferric led you into his office and shut the door behind you. “Sit wherever. Just don’t make a mess.”
You weren’t sure how you would manage to do that, seeing as you were wearing perfectly clean lab clothes and shoes that you only wore indoors. The entire facility was full of clean-freaks, so you didn’t have a choice in the matter. Whatever; everyone here is their own breed of asshole, best get used to it. Pulling up a chair near his desk, you sat and watched as he sat himself in the special comfortable chair he had for himself. What a diva, this guy.
“Hey, uh, before we get into what I asked before… I know I’m being nosey, but I noticed you talk a little…strange? You repeat yourself a lot. Speech impediment?” He raised an eyebrow, and you followed up on your question after a few seconds of awkward silence. “Oh, no judgment! I don’t think it’s bad or annoying or anything. Genuinely just curious.”
His expression became neutral again, not bothered by the weird questions. “Yeah, it’s a speech impediment. Sort of, sort of, sort of. Palilalia. Didn’t have it as a kid though. Suffered some brain damage maybe, maybe, maybe a decade and a half ago.”
This made you a little flustered, afraid that you may have stepped on some sort of emotional landmine even if he didn’t show it. “Oh no, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have asked. Whatever happened must have been awful.” Your first time talking to this coworker, and you’re already making him open up about his health!
“Not offended.” He even grinned a little at you, though it was kind of unnerving with his eyes hidden behind his goggles. That never won’t be creepy. “Could even say it was mostly self-inflicted. Not in a self-harm kind of way, of way, of way. Nothing like that. Stupid juvenile kid shit, more like.”
“I see… if you don’t mind me asking—”
Ferric cut you off, not flustered, but quick to shut you down, “I’ll have to stop you there, darling,” he put his hands up in front of him, still not disturbed by the exchange, but still not wanting to continue where that thought of yours was going to go, “I would still rather not, rather not, rather not discuss what I was doing that caused it. ‘Least not yet. Muraco will probably tell you eventually anyway.”
You could live with that. If even Ferric wouldn’t tell you despite how open he seems to be, it’s probably best you didn’t know. He was already telling you way more than you expected from him. After all, he didn’t know anything about you. Shouldn’t you tell him a little about yourself? It’s weird that he hasn’t asked.
“That’s fine. Sorry for getting too into it.”
“Don’t mention it. So, you wanted to know what’s up between me and Avery?” You nodded, but as you opened your mouth to reply, he cut you off before you could speak. “Ah, where are my manners? I almost forgot to offer you some coffee. You might be… strapped in for a while, so you might as well, as well, as well make yourself comfortable.”
You were feeling a bit impatient, but you couldn’t deny that you could use the caffeine boost. Dr. Rose had you working nonstop all day and night recently, and the workload rush wasn’t letting up anytime soon. This dude was surprisingly considerate of you. Why was everyone else so repulsed by him? “Thank you, I actually would like some. Though, I’d hate to trouble you any more than I already am.”
“No trouble at all,” he said as he got out of his chair and walked over to the coffee maker, starting the hot water, “But while you’re here, let’s cut it even. Why are you so interested, so interested, so interested in silly gossip like that?”
“I guess it is kinda silly, huh? But it feels weird that I’ve been here for some months now, and I don’t know much of anything about any of my coworkers. It’s hard to not be curious, you know?” You were a bit embarrassed, but it was the honest truth. You were friendly, but not the most social butterfly.
“Just be careful, be careful, be careful that you don’t dig too deep. You could work here for years and still not know much about most of us here.” He poured two mugs of coffee. “Cream? Sugar?”
“Cream is fine.” You didn’t want to question what he meant by that. You’ve already encountered some fucked up shit in just a few months, up to and including literal necromancy. One of your coworkers was a fucking zombie. “In your opinion, is it better to know or not know?”
“My opinion? Stay ignorant. Or, it would be, if you could. You won’t be able to, no matter how hard you try.” He set a mug down in front of you, before settling back into his chair. Although his expression was still neutral, he suddenly came off as more grim and solemn. “If you plan to keep this job as a career, you’re going to see everyone’s fucked-up shit dragged out, dragged out, dragged out into the open. Sometimes by choice, sometimes not.”
Hmm. You didn’t really like the sound of that. But you didn’t feel like giving up the sweet pay you were getting from this place, so as long as the weird shit wouldn’t literally kill you, who gave a fuck? You took a sip of your coffee, but obviously made a bit of a face when you noticed it tasted a little off. Barely noticeable, but…
“Oh. Sorry. Must not be used to instant coffee. I don’t have a lot of time, of time, of time, so I usually only drink this. Sometimes Mingan brings me a drink from those frilly and fruity places, but it doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter to me either way,” he explained, and you figured that it was just as well. It wasn’t like it tasted bad or anything, though you didn’t remember instant coffee having that weird aftertaste to it. Anything to get that caffeine boost, though…
“It’s…fine. Mingan brings you coffee? It looks like everyone tries to avoid you. Not him though?”
That question looked like it irritated him a little. “This isn’t about him. Weren’t you here to ask about Avery?”
“I was,” you conceded, not wanting to press him any harder, “sorry for getting distracted.”
“Thought so. Shut up and drink your coffee.”
It took everything you had to not say “yes, sir” out of compulsion. And not in the innocent sort of way, either. You begged your brain to stop looking at this Swedish chupacabra-looking headass in weird ways. He’s not even attractive . Sure, he gives off those alpha male vibes, but— no, no, stop it . Bad. Awful. Terrible. Think about that cutie from the botany labs instead. Not this scraggly geneticist.
So instead you made awkward eye contact and sipped your coffee. That’ll do. If you can’t say anything that doesn’t make you sound thirsty, say nothing at all. That’s how that saying goes, right?
Ferric gave you a curious look, but didn’t comment on whatever it was he thought he saw. “Anyway… For starters, I guess you could say, could say, could say, we were a ‘thing’. Don’t really know how else to put it.”
“Oh, you’re gay—”
“No.”
“...Bi?”
“No.”
“But you had a boyfriend—”
“No. Not a boyfriend.”
“Okay, so you were having, uh, relations… with him?”
“Yes, I suppose you could say that.”
“Then you’re—”
“Straight.”
You blinked at him. Thoroughly confused. “...I’m not trying to be rude, sir, but I’m not sure it works like that.”
For the first time, his annoyance was plain in his voice. “Do you want to be removed, removed, removed from this room?”
Yeah. Not pushing that one any further. Sensitive about his sexuality. Got it. “Right, so, you two were a…thing. Having relations. Did something happen that made him…like that?”
“Depends, depends, depends on what you mean by ‘like that’. Always been an anxious wreck even from the start. Always been like that. As for being afraid of me, of me, of me, well… Yes, something did happen. A lot of things. Or maybe the same thing, over and over again.”
You didn’t want to believe that this man could have done anything that bad. Sure, his tongue was sharp, but so far he’s been nothing but considerate and accommodating. “And you said this also has to do with why Dr. Rose doesn’t let anyone near you alone? Surely it’s all some kind of misunderstanding. I can’t see why he would make that a rule. If you were actually dangerous then he wouldn’t keep you here, right?”
“That just goes to show, to show, to show how little you know about him, or anyone else here.”
“Then what was it that made Avery so—” Before you could finish that sentence, you suddenly felt very lightheaded and dizzy. Setting your coffee down, you leaned back in your chair and closed your eyes. “Sorry. I’m not feeling so good. Head’s spinning.”
You couldn’t see his face with your eyes closed, but when he spoke, his voice sounded a little…darker. Something was wrong here. “Oh, don’t worry about that. Anyway, if you really want to know what happened to Avery, and why Muraco put that rule in place, it would be much, much, much easier if I just showed you.”
At this point you were dizzy and confused, and you found it hard to understand what he was saying. “I don’t… What? What does that mean? I don’t understand, I…”
“Don’t worry. You will.”
Any words that came out of your mouth after that were just babbles and nonsense, and it’s the last thing you remember before blacking out.
Before you could process that you’d been asleep, you woke up confused, your brain full of fog. After a moment, you realized you couldn’t feel yourself touching the ground, your wrists and ankles bound with some sort of straps suspending you in midair. You were folded, belly-up, your arms and legs bound to a structure above you.
Also, you were naked. What the fuck?
In fact, where the hell were you? One second you were in his office enjoying a cup of (albeit shitty) coffee, now you’re in some dark room that felt empty of any kind of furniture besides your restraints. Not that it was easy to tell, between the darkness and the fact that you were still shaking off sleep, but you got the feeling of the room being large and mostly empty around you. You felt painfully exposed and vulnerable. Speaking of which, where’s the little shit that did this to you? It had to have been him that brought you here. Did this mean he spiked your drink? You were fucking pissed. And what did he even drug you with? You felt like raw shit.
As you tried to struggle out of the restraints, you remembered what happened just before you passed out. Was this what he meant when he said he would “show” you? Does this mean this isn’t the first time he’s done this to somebody? He’s drugged people before and tied them up in abandoned examination rooms? What the hell? And if Dr. Rose knew about him doing this shit, why was he still letting him work here?
Right on the cue, you finally catch sight of the fuckhead, now that your eyes have adjusted better to the dark. Now you could tell you were suspended just a few feet off the ground, not that it made your situation any better or less confusing.
“What the fuck did you just do to me? And where are my clothes?”
“Got ‘em right here. You can have them back later, I don’t plan on keeping them.”
“Okay, that is not what I meant. Why am I naked?” You asked, but at this point, you had a pretty fair assumption of what his intentions were.
“You haven’t pieced it together yet? I’m just giving you, giving you, giving you the answer to the question you asked,” he said, as he turned away and walked towards the light switch, flipping it on. Thankfully, the lights in the room were dim, but it still took you a few seconds to adjust after you’d already gotten used to the dark. Now you could see just how empty the room was. Your feelings from before were right; it was devoid of any kind of furniture, except for the restraints that kept you suspended, a lone desk with a few drawers, and a single chair. It was easy to tell that this room hadn’t been used in a long time.
“Do you really have a room just for this? What happens when someone walks in on this and your nasty ass gets caught?”
“Don’t need, don’t need, don’t need to worry about that. This room is on the lowest level, and I have full authority over everything below B2. Containment chamber rooms. Nobody fucks around in here except me. Muraco hasn’t come up with a formal use for this room yet either, so besides the fact, the fact, the fact that it’s locked anyway, he has no reason to come in here,” he explained, and opened up one of the drawers beneath the desk. He set down what looked like a…car battery? It was shaped like one anyway, but not quite the right size; a little smaller. Maybe a TENS machine? And were those electrical cables and clamps? Oh fucking hell, what was he about to do to you?
You watched as he put on a pair of gloves. Though you knew you weren’t in a position to be snarky or a smartass, you couldn’t help yourself. Any sense of modesty or decorum you had around this guy is already out the window. “What’s that? So you don’t zap yourself like a fucking idiot?”
“No, it’s so I don’t have to touch your filthy body,” he said, approaching you with the equipment, “seeing as I don’t know where that’s been. And don’t think, don’t think, don’t think I haven’t caught you looking at me weird. You wild animal, you.”
Something in you stirred at the way he talks to you, but you really wish it wouldn’t. You didn’t want what he’s selling. Yet you secretly wished he’d keep saying things like that, so you decided that if you kept talking, then he probably would too. “So this is what’s got Avery spooked out of his mind?”
“Well, partially, yes,” he started, as he tucked the machine underneath a few of the straps wrapped around your torso, “but I also played some mind games with him when I wasn’t doing this to him. Nothing too special, just made him feel like he had to rely on me for everything. Like he couldn’t, couldn’t, couldn’t do anything right without my help. And then got some outside help to get him to think he wanted sex.”
“Someone helped you mind-screw him? That’s fucked up.” You flinched as he affixed the clamps to your nipples. “The weight of it hit him all at once when he finally snapped out of it, then?”
“Awfully chatty and inquisitive despite your situation, Y/N. Don’t tell me you wanted, wanted, wanted this?” Before you could respond to him, he slapped you harshly across your face, hard enough to leave a mark. “But yes, eventually he realized what was happening to him.”
The slap stung and made tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Should you beg Ferric to stop this and let you go, or should you beg your lower body to stop responding in ways that went against what your brain wanted? Which should come first? Were you even sure that your brain was telling you that you didn’t want it? Because the pain wasn’t enough to stop you from mouthing off at your aggressor. “I guess that’s just the scientist in me. Isn’t it normal for us to put ourselves through stupid bullshit out of our own curiosity?”
You wanted this to stop. You wanted him to stop. So why were you still running your mouth? Just shut up already.
“I suppose it is. Maybe, then, you’re curious to know what’s about to happen to you, so you should keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet and wait to find out.”
“And if I don’t keep quiet?”
“It’s not like you have a choice in the matter.” He finished setting up the machine and cables, and went back to his desk drawers to pull out a ball gag. “You can try to scream, and it would be, would be, would be amusing, but it won’t get you out of here any faster.”
Damn, he really thought of everything, didn’t he? You struggled and thrashed your head as he tried to gag you, only for him to grab your cheeks between his fingers and hold your head still. Still weak and tired from the drugs, you didn’t have the strength to shake out of his grip. Your brain and body were at odds as to whether or not it was exciting to be made to feel helpless and powerless like this, and holy fucking shit you wished you’d stop thinking about that. However your body might react, at this point you were sure you didn’t want this to happen to you.
“That’s better. I think I like you better, better, better when you’re silent.” He flipped the switch on the box, and you immediately felt the pain of the electricity from the clamps on your nipples. The pain ripped through you, overwhelming your senses with the unfamiliar feeling. Ferric pays you no mind as you start trying to scream from behind the gag, and simply takes a seat at the nearby desk, watching you with sadistic interest. You cried and writhed from the sensation of your breasts being shocked over and over, with an odd and indescribable feeling between each jolt. “That’s a nice expression you’re making, Y/N. You should keep doing that.”
Fuck, you really didn’t want to indulge him and let him get his rocks off to this, but you were too busy struggling against the electric shocks to even think about controlling your face. What’s worse, is that you were definitely getting wet to this anyway. As much as you couldn’t help it, and that’s just how bodies work, you felt betrayed by it. Part of you secretly wished he’d turn up the juice on the battery high enough to kill you.
Ferric clicked his tongue, trying to act like he was disappointed. “I can see you dripping from here, from here, from here. Nasty little thing, getting all aroused just from that,” he mocked, before leaning over to dig through the desk drawer again. “Don’t worry though. Just this once, I’ll help you with that.” You weren’t sure what you expected, but the next thing you knew, he pulled out a vibrator from the drawer. Does this dude just have this shit on the ready? And just how much kinky equipment is crammed into those drawers? Between the vibrator, electrical cables, and some modified TENS machine, you were equal parts curious and horrified at the thought of what else he’s keeping in there. Somehow, your first thought was that you hoped that all that freaky shit’s been cleaned. But it was Ferric you were dealing with here, and despite how little you knew about him before today, you were at least aware that he was a notorious clean-freak. His only redeeming quality, you thought to yourself.
Dude didn’t even bother lubing up that vibrator before turning it on and shoving it into you. You winced in pain— or at least the additional pain that it added on to what you were already experiencing. For the first time today, you’re thankful that your body’s been acting up like this, since it probably would have hurt you way more otherwise. But if you thought it was acting up before, that was nothing compared to now. It still had you wishing you could just die right here instead of suffering the embarrassment of being violated and giving Ferric a show.
“Isn’t that better? Thank me later.”
Ferric sat back down, and made it clear he intended to take his sweet time with you. He stretched out and made a show of relaxing in his chair, watching as you squirmed from the electricity and vibrations all attacking your body at once. As he slid down his chair, you could tell he was actually getting a boner from this, and it just reinforced all the terrible feelings so far. You didn’t want him to look at you like that, didn’t want him to get any sort of enjoyment out of it, but you were completely powerless to stop it from happening. It wasn’t your first time being seen naked, but something about it being him made it feel disgusting and wrong.
He’d done this before. Now it all makes sense why everyone else is quick to get out of his way. You can’t say he didn’t answer your question, because he definitely did. It just wasn’t the answer you wanted. You weren’t sure what you expected, but it sure as fuck wasn’t this. You squeezed your eyes shut as you watched him go to take his dick out of his pants, not wanting to see whatever came next. It was odd that he wasn’t jumping straight to fucking you, and was content with just rubbing himself off in front of you while you watched. That was still too much for you to bear; you imagined your eyelids being glued together, just to keep yourself from opening them and seeing the man in front of you get off to your pain. But it was also so you could keep pretending your body wasn’t betraying your mind, pretending that it wasn’t responding with enthusiasm to the brutal treatment, to the idea that someone is getting hard from seeing you naked and at their mercy, to the idea of being used . Being used, but not even being touched, because you were dirty and beneath him. No, you didn’t want this, you didn’t, so why did you have to be dripping wet from the start? All because you had a few passing, intrusive thoughts that him talking down to you was somehow hot ?
Eventually, forcing your eyes shut started working against you more than it helped. Taking your focus off the sights in front of you only made you focus more on the sensations ripping throughout your entire body, the same body that is doing its own thing against your will. Every little shock and jolt felt that much more intense — and the short intervals between those shocks, pleasing and euphoric. You became acutely aware of every centimeter of your insides being pleasured by the vibrator, and you couldn’t hold back the delighted noises that started spilling out of your gagged mouth. They were muffled by the ball gag, but were still loud and clear enough for Ferric to understand what they meant. Desperate, you opened your eyes — and there he was, still violently fucking his hand to the sight of you. It was either this, or the utter bliss of being “blind”.
Ferric, on the other hand, almost seemed to just know what it was that you were trying to do. He took his hand off his dick, and acted exasperated. “Don’t really want to get up again, but how can I say no when you look at me like that, like that, like that?” He opened up the desk drawer again, and to your horror, he pulled out a blindfold. Are you fucking kidding? Did he really have everything in there?
Soon you were properly blindfolded. Now there was no opening your eyes, no visual stimulation, only your most sensitive parts being ravaged by the electricity and vibrations. Nothing else to turn your attention to, only the feelings you were trying your hardest not to think about. You whimpered and whined behind your gag as it overwhelmed you again, your body just begging for you to let go and accept the release. Not that you had a choice; at this rate, sooner or later, it was going to. And you would never live it down, this man would hold it over your head forever. Granted, you still didn’t know him well, but he seemed the type to torment victims for the rest of their lives, if he’s willing to go this far. You knew everything you needed to know, and you would be happier if you went the rest of your life learning nothing else about him. You were breathing heavy between whines and moans, trying to calm yourself down, but it didn’t make the feelings less intense. They only made you sound more and more desperate.
And this time, Ferric didn’t return to his seat. You could feel him place a gloved hand on your thigh, just ever so slightly. It was enough to make you flinch, though your leg couldn’t go anywhere.
“Relax, relax, relax. I’m not actually going to put my dick in you,” he said, stroking and gripping your leg, like trying to make sure it doesn’t try to escape again, “I’m only touching you like this because I have gloves on. I don’t have any condoms on me, and I’m not letting any uncovered part of my body touch yours. Who knows where you’ve been? Disgusting. You’ve probably let so many other men have their way with you like this, like this, like this. It’s sickening .” Ferric’s grip on you tightened, digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, even through the gloves. You could hear easily that he was still stroking himself off with his other hand. “I said I would answer your question, your question, your question, and I did. I didn’t say I would catch a disease to do it.”
You couldn’t take much more of this. The sensations were all quickly becoming too much, and Ferric’s dirty talk — on top of the sound of him aggressively masturbating to the sight and sound of you struggling with your unwanted pleasure — was scratching an itch in your brain you didn’t know you had.
Just the thought of it, realizing that all of these things were happening at once, was enough to finally send you over the edge, screaming in conflicted bliss behind your gag. Ferric followed you there soon after, stifling a low groan in his throat as you felt something wet land on your thigh and hip. That was supposed to be gross, should have been gross. At least it was, in your conscious mind. But in the moment, the part of you that’s been betraying you this whole time found it hot. You needed a shower…
Ferric, finally finished with riding out his high, at least had the courtesy to turn off the box strapped to your chest and take the vibrator out of you. The resulting emptiness made you fidget uncomfortably, but you were still glad it was over.
The peace was immediately ruined by something jabbing into your neck.
“Ow, what the fuck—”
“Tranquilizer. I have to drag you back to where I found you, after all.”
“But do I really need to be asleep for—”
And just like that, you woke up back in your own office again, as if you only blinked and suddenly your world had put itself back together again. In fact, you were even back in the clothes you were wearing before waking up in the middle of that nightmare. You wished it were all just a fucked up wet dream, but the lingering burning sensation on your chest reminded you that it was all real. You wanted to cry about it, but right now you just felt… empty. You would need time to process what happened, it all felt surreal. In the meantime, you were content to lean back in your chair and stare at the ceiling for a few hours. That paperwork would just have to wait a while; you were sure Dr. Rose would understand, if you could muster up the balls to tell him that you went against his orders and got yourself into a heap of trouble. Besides, if Ferric hadn’t been fired before, you couldn’t see him getting fired now. If you told Dr. Rose what happened and Ferric got any sort of suspension or disciplinary action, wouldn’t you be at his mercy? You underestimated him, but you learned the hard way that he can seriously fuck someone up, literally and figuratively. The absolute last thing you wanted was to be at the wrong end of business with him again.
A loud buzz from the phone in your pocket nearly made you leap out of your chair. Great, you’re turning out like Avery, frightened by any sudden sound or movement. Didn’t help that it reminded you too much of the vibrator that was just forcibly shoved into you very recently. On your homescreen, you saw a text notification from a number you didn’t recognize, that only read “ :) “ and had an image attachment.
You opened it up only to be greeted with a high-res photo of you, suspended with your body folded in half like a jackknife, blindfolded, with a full view of the electric cables and vibrator.
Well, you were right about one thing today: this man was going to gleefully torment you about this for the rest of your life.