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Project Genesis (Moon x Visions of Black)

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May 21, 2014
Thia reached to rub at her head, the pounding sensation was just starting to die down finally. The last thing she remembered was walking to the store, a guy came up to her and then nothing. Red eyes opened, white walls stared her back as a string of curses passed her lips.

Brown hair fell in her face, while fox ears twitched lightly in hopes of catching any faint hint of why she had been kidnapped. "Fuck!" It summed up how she felt, as she stood from the bed to pace. That usually helped to order her thoughts and plan. At five foot even, Thia wasn't the tallest of girls, and with a smaller chest it didn't make her the first choice for many guys to hit on at the bar.

First thing was to figure out where she was.
 
Kidnapping wasn't an uncommon practice in the city, in fact, outside of the few kidnappings that occurred on a whim, most were government sponsored, though the populous were quite unaware of that fact, a secret the government liked and needed to keep to themselves. This occasion, Thia's kidnapping, was one of those occasions.

Overpopulation being a problem as it was no one would question a young fox-eared girl disappearing suddenly. The city was a dangerous place, and the residents knew it. It was unfortunate, but that was life.

Getting up to pace would prove to be a fruitless endeavor at first. Thia would stand only to find that the space available for her strides were severely limited. The room was not a cage, but it was dark, the only light coming from the dim sort of luminescent artificial light streaming in from a tiny skylight hole above. The walls, though dark, were made out easily enough when her eyes would adjust. Smooth, likely white or cream colored. The room had a small bed in the middle but no other furnishings. Curiously, in every corner of the room there was a tall steel pole running from floor to ceiling that looked as if it had been concreted into the ground, its use was unclear.

She was left alone in relative silence for the time being, no light, no sound, no single sign of life anywhere to be found.

******

"She woke"

The voice was raspy, it came from a man sitting at a large terminal. He was a wearing a bright white lab coat, sported a cigarette in his left hand and had a long streak of grey through his hair. He was human, but there was something odd about him, he was older, probably around 50 years of age, but dark and mischievous eyes confounded the observer as to his true age. He had a much more youthful appearance in his eyes than his body appeared. Aside from youth there was a hint of something else, a glint of perhaps a bit of madness in his eyes that permeated out from his very soul.

But as he spoke the room reacted. A team of men and women behind him stood up and come near to look at the camera screens to view their newest subject, #3.

She had been allowed to keep her clothing and looked as if she had just been picked up off the street the night before. However, the drugs had just let up...in reality she had been out for five days, having a multitude of tests ran on her in order to check her compatibility for experimentation.

She was a fine subject, as far as they are concerned.

"When do we begin?" Came the voice of a female, the man's assistant, she had a bit of hesitation in her voice, and a bit of excitement.

"Soon....we watch first, let us see how she reacts."
 
This was not her day. Pacing was near on impossible in the little space offered. She settled back on the bed, kicking off her shoes to get a bit more comfortable in the limited space offered. Sure she was frightened, near on terrified in truth, yet there was a hint of curiosity in her gaze, wondering about the poles in the room.

"Hello?!" Loud, but it didn't seem like there was a way out of the room on her own. Somebody had to come by at the least to give her food or allow her use of a bathroom. So she was kidnapped, they had to of had her for only one night if she was still in her clothes. Right?

For now it seemed that the best option would be to wait it out for somebody to show themselves. Her tail curled into her lap, ears lowering slightly in an outward sign of the fear she felt inside.
 
A sigh came from behind the man at the screen, one of his assistants was not particularly pleased. This subject showed very little resistance like the last two had. If the lights were on the girl would see the scratches on the wall. They had been frantic. They had dug at the walls until their fingers bled and laid on the ground, sobbing. It was only then that they had let things begin.

The man at the desk shook his head slightly and chuckled.

"Shes different...we will see how different, though. The others only lasted a few sessions." he smirked some. He was doing this for...well...for science of course but he couldn't hide the small perverted joy that he took from watching what took place on these monitors, or being in the room after. His subjects all broke eventually, they begged, they pleaded. None of them enjoyed it. He liked to watch the process unfold.

"We have her now, we should begin. They are awaiting on preliminary results you know." came the voice of one of the men behind him, a man in a suit and not a lab coat. He was holding a clipboard and looked like he belonged behind a desk and not a lab.

"We will get to that very soon. They can wait. It is not like this is a quick process, you and I both know this." he sighed and looked at the girl one more time. There were so many considerations to take into account. This room? Which creature, which got to be her first....guest.

"We will break her first. This one....he is eager."

He pointed to an image on the screen and some of the people behind him nodded in approval.

"We have had no success rate with him, but it will be interesting. There are other girls if he kills her....but let us do this differently...we will let them hunt, we will find an appropriate Alpha for her."

*****

A door to her room, unseen before as just cracks in the wall swung open. Three people in full on lab equipment and what looked like radiation suits complete with masks entered the room in a hurry. One o them had a large syringe in his hand, the other two had small black bags.

"To the bed. NOW!"

Cried one of the ones with the bag, swinging it at her as he came close.
 
As soon as a door opened, Thia nearly shot up from sitting cross legged to kneeling. It was only when the bag was swung at her that she moved, a soft growl escaping her lips. "What the hell?! What's going on here?!" She tried to keep some distance between her and the one with a syringe. "I want to go home!"

Whatever was going on wasn't normal. Her ears flattened against her hair, frightened and just a bit angry that they burst in on her without warning or even acknowledging that she was there beyond swinging things at her.

Thia tried to bolt from the foot of the bed towards where the door was. It was a quick chance at escape hopefully.
 
It was a valiant attempt at escape, and a well warranted one as well. She was right to try to get free, the horrible, destructive plans they had in mind for her were far beyond her likely comprehension. However, the men had planned for her attempted escape. They took all precautions, and even if she were to get past them, where could she go? There was no real escape.

Just past the door that she ran through a main was waiting in the very narrow hallway, an automatic rifle in his hands. Seeing her attempted escape he chuckled and lifted the weapon, not to fire, but to hurt.

The butt-stock of the weapon met with her face, striking her roughly with it to stop her in her tracks and put her down. The other men were close behind, the one with the syringe was there first.

The bag-men reached down to grasp at her, holding her arms still as the gun-man stood on her ankles, digging in his heel painfully.

"Stop moving." he said with a growl, this time pointing the weapon at her.

"It will only be worse."
 
It seemed freedom was in her grasp, until she saw the gun. Thia tried to stop before it hit her, falling onto her back with the momentum. A cry escaped her lips from pain. She struggled briefly before the gun was once again pointed at her.

"What do you want from me?! Why the fuck am I here?!" This couldn't be legal. There had to be a way out. There just had to be as the first hint of tears escaped her eyes. She wouldn't give up, no matter what they did to her.

Thia couldn't let go of hope of escape. Her struggles stopped, but the pain in her ankles earned a few soft whimpers. Hopefully nothing was broken.
 
The man with the gun smirked as she talked back, her newly split lip bleeding down her chin, she would likely begin to be able to taste her own blood soon, if she hadn't noticed already.

"You'll find out why you are here soon enough." said the gun-man. But just as he spoke she would feel a needle push into her neck. The man with the syringe had just slipped the sharp metal point into her jugular, releasing a dose of medicine which would not completely knock her out, but make her drowsy, high, and more manageable.

"Get up!" cried the one with the gun, stepping off of her ankles. The ones with the bags lets go of her arms and stood back, waiting for her to attempt to stand. She would be able to move and walk, but the medicine would begin to take effect soon.

"Follow." he ordered as he turned, walking down the hallway.
 
"Bastard." The coppery taste of blood was there, though she growled lowly at the needle. That was uncalled for! Still when she was freed, Thia stumbled to her feet, wincing but otherwise feeling alright. With escape cut off, the fox girl had no choice but to follow the men.

It wasn't long before she felt the first sensation of being drowsy, shaking her head to try and force alertness through. She couldn't sleep, not while walking, and not in this place. It was near the doorway that she used the wall to keep her balance, not actually needing it. It felt that way though.

"The fuck was that?" Fear took place of anger, anxiety coming as she could see the bed and poles, even the scratches on the walls. No, she didn't want in there at all.
 
Generally she was ignored, the words she might speak fell on deaf ears as the long walk down the hallway continued. The men on either side and in front of her were rarely interested in what she had to say, they were much more interested in what it was that she was going to do. As they came to the end of the hallway, the luminous lights in the small room that they entered were almost blinding bright, though the medicine might have made it appear that way.

Two scientists, men in lab coats with equipment were waiting in the open room. Once they were inside they pointed to a small X on the floor, the men with the bags began to position her there, standing her up straight. Behind her, the one who had the syringe grabbed a tight handful of her brown hair, twisting it tight and wrapping it around his fist to get a good control point on her body and keep her standing.

"We can begin" said one of the scientists, nodding.

The men with the bags removed fabric scissors from their bags and began to strip her down, roughly cutting at her clothing and stripping it away as the man with the gun kept it pointed directly at her face. The men were not gentle and as they removed her clothes they took every opportunity they had to grab and grope at her, smirking to one another as they went.

"Young, supple...she'll do nicely."
 
She whimpered softly as her hair was tugged, squirming slightly in an attempt to free herself as her clothes were cut away. The drug made that more difficult as time passed to where where she simply stood there.

It was the wondering hands that had soft pleas to stop. Her tail curled between her legs in a show of submission and unease. Thia was frightened, gaze focused on the gun while her body trembled from cold and fear.

When her shirt and bra was cut away, lightly tanned skin was exposed, her nipples hardened to the cold air. Thia was a pretty girl, holding a fire that none of the previous girls had before.
 
They were finished with her after moments. Smiles cut across the scientists faces as they looked her over and nodded carefully. She was a pretty girl, soon, her perfect, petite body would be slightly marred from her upcoming excursion, but that would all be noted as well. Perhaps it would give their new test subject a sort of charm that one looked for...though she would become little more than a broken doll, a vestibule for...well...she would find out.

One of the scientists grabbed a camera from a table nearby and the other men who had been handling her grabbed her wrists tightly and held them above her head, squeezing hard and lifting her up, forcing her onto her tip toes as the man began to take pictures, documenting with his camera. If she resisted, the man with the gun would make sure a swift strike with his large hand to her most sensitive areas would follow.

They began to turn her, taking pictures and documenting every part of her body. No one seemed to give much pleasure from this....it seemed to be part of the job.

She was released moments later and hands were then placed onto her shoulders as she was shoved to the ground.

"Lay down" she was pushed as the command was given.

"Onto your back, spread yourself...we aren't done."
 
Thia wobbled on her toes, squirming a bit to keep her balance until the camera was out. A few moments of resistance were beaten out quickly, cheeks flushed a bright red in shame. She tried to find a place in her mind to escape to, to make the walls and cameras go away. It didn't work, hands on her shoulders forcing her to the ground.

It was that order that cut through her clouded mind, her legs pressed tightly together. No, she wasn't going to let them near that part of her, her head shaking. "No, no!" Frightened, fearing the worst from the men before the fight lessened some. She couldn't overpower them after all but it would be worth a try to keep herself safe.
 
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