Nightshift 29: Disciplinary Therapy Room 4 [M-U for Phibrizzo]
So many of the patients here lacked one simple function. From a young age, people were supposed to form this most basic of human feelings and yet so many at Landel's lacked it that it was almost as interesting as the experiment at hand. Almost.
Nothing could surpass the masterpiece she was about to build. The little one was still so young that her theory might yet be proven. Tonight's puppet was strapped and locked to the table to prevent him from moving in case he injured himself, a blinding light shining down to ensure that he wouldn't see much beyond shadows and perhaps a few hints of blond hair and a wicked smile. She waited for him to wake up, sitting next to him on the table with her tools within reach. It wouldn't do to start until he could see what was going to happen, after all.
"Brandon," she called out softly, her voice lilting and subtly familiar. "Brandon, wake up~"