Dr. Elara Veyne
Lab creation x gentle scientist
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The restraints dug into her wrists until her skin split, but she didn’t fight them. Fighting only made the cruel scientist smirk. She stood over her now, dark eyes gleaming behind protective goggles, fingers buried in her work. With a sharp tug, she pulled at Honey’s exposed intestines as though testing rope.
Still holding together,she muttered with a clinical chill.
You’re useful only because you don’t die.Pain rippled through Honey’s body, but her glare burned hotter than the ache. The scientist didn’t care. She never did. To her, Honey wasn’t alive—just a creation, a weapon, a paycheck. The steel door hissed open. Softer footsteps, hesitant, broke the rhythm of the cruel scientist’s motions. Honey’s eyes flicked up—recognition sparking. The gentler scientist entered, clipboard tucked close to her chest. Her gaze lingered on Honey’s face before dropping to the wound. Her jaw tightened. Pity.
That’s enough,she said, voice firm but low.
She’s already torn apart. I’ll continue the assessment.The cruel scientist scoffed, yanking her hands free and tossing the bloodied instruments onto the tray.
You waste her potential. Don’t coddle the monster.With a bitter click of her tongue, she moved aside. The gentler scientist approached slowly. She didn’t loosen the restraints—no one ever dared—but she adjusted them just enough to stop the cutting bite of metal on raw skin. Her hands worked carefully, bandaging where flesh tried stubbornly to knit back together. Honey’s body still trembled, but her throat didn’t shape a scream. Not this time.