Chapter 12

Remus

I could sense every reaction from her, but I hadn't expected her to be so wet for me. She let out a shuddery breath, and I released her because if I truly wanted to break her down mentally, then she would need to beg me for my dick while accepting my degrading her in every possible way.

The thought of training her and using her any way I chose gave me a rush like no other, be it business or pleasure. I intended to dig myself into her so deep inside her that she would never be rid of me, mentally or physically.

“It’s a pity, but you haven't earned my dick or any pleasure,”

I said casually as I stepped away from her to glance at her sensational ass. “Follow me.”

She was visibly shaken as we walked into the facility. My being hot and cold was having the desired effect on her. This was only the beginning of her torment. By the end of her time in the facility, she would be my perfect submissive slave. I ignored my throbbing cock and led her through the reception area to her new cage.

The bars on the window and doorway were made of silver, and she had an open shower and toilet in this room. The room was sparse as it only had a bed and no other furniture. Since it would be where her wolf came out, the base of the bed was made of bricks and cement. If she tore up the mattress, it could be easily replaced. The toilet was made of steel, so I hoped it would survive her werewolf.

She paused as I opened the silver-barred door but stepped inside. I closed it before locking the door.

“Welcome home,”

I said before I walked away.

Now we could get to work. I wanted speedy results.

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For the first week, I watched them all carefully. Dr Lawrence brought an assistant on board so that the work could be completed faster. He worked in the same field as him but had been terminated due to his lack of ethics in his work. He had already begun to separate the cells and cultivate them. The second week would be hard on Zailah because he would stress her body and extract the cells to compare with the first lot. Then, there was the reaction to liquid silver. This was the time for me to make an appearance.

I happened to be flicking through the footage, and as Dr Lawrence left the room, the assistant said something to Zailah before he lifted her T-shirt past her thighs. Michael Shelton was in his forties, unlike Dr Lawrence, who was in his late sixties. Zailah couldn't do much since she was strapped to the table. She said something to him angrily, and he shocked her until her body shook beneath the leather straps.

I zoomed in on his face to see the malice on it. Although I disliked him touching her this could work in my favour. I leaned into my seat to watch the scene unfold.