Curled up in a ball of nude and scratched skin, you heard the dozens of locks being tampered with outside of the thick chamber. You stretched being caught short of it from the small cramped space.

"Scum," The male snorted again, you opened one eye at a time to look at him. Hands joined together under your knees. "You know what to do." 

You yawned without making sound, and saw the mist of body heat mix with cold air. You leaped out like a frisky cat, standing up and tried to take a step. The weights were now a full ton, but yet you dragged on limping from the restraints. The male almost marveled at your strength and capability, but soon eased into frustration as you pawed the door. 

"Are you even really human? How can something like you be so dumb?" He followed you, taking the longest route possible, to put distance between you two. You glared at him, and glanced at your hands. No straight jacket still, you twisted your hand around, looking at all the different angles of the sharp talon-like features. 

"Yeesh, they let you walk around like this?" He paused, before opening the doorknob. Taking a moment to look you up and down.

Why would you need clothes? They would only get in the way anyways! You huffed and shoved passed the door. You walked through the hallways you remembered, from visiting father from last time. The male following a close, persistent step behind you.

You shoved passed the next door, copying what the male did, opening the grand office of the chemical plant's greatest and most grand room. Papa's office room. How you valued being in here, like a royal and stubborn child you got excited and went to run to papa's chair. The weight of a ton ripping away at muscles as you felt them bounce up one stair. Then the next. Then the next. Then the last. 

"Pa.. pa!" You tried to exclaim, mama wasn't anywhere in sight. You looked at the ceiling curiously.

"Ah, my pet. It's been some time again, hasn't it?" Papa turned in his office chair,

You grumbled in reply, making a buzzing sound. "Hmm....mm....mmmm..."

Papa reached forwards and held out a hand. You backed away, frightened at the action. Then came closer again, you looked at papa's face and then hand. You leaned forwards a peculiar scent luring you. It was papa's special scent, like strong, good smelling, lab chemicles you had been tortured with. But this was different, papa's scent was called cologne. If you remembered correctly it was called, Brise de Mer.

"Papa." You grabbed the hand and caressed it with your cheek, utterly astonished he let you continue this verbal feat.

"You want to do our deal?" Papa pulled out a long but thin brown and white stick from his lips. He exhaled a weird colored air, and it didn't smell or taste as good as invisible air. 

You nodded and leaned forwards, gripping papa's hand, not wanting to let go.

"Remember what you have to do?" He asked, pulling his hand away. Leaving you with a hurt expression. You stayed strong and nodded vigorously.

"Good, good. Remember it's our little secret though." Papa winked, then looked solemnly at the male. "Go experiment." 

You knew that word, you've long to hear it for three months! A summoning! You excitedly ran to the male, hands under your chin and grinning madly.

"Stupid kid," He muttered, "Poor thing doesn't even knows it's bad for her." He flicked one of your horns. You hissed and clawed his hand. Within a second, you knew it was a mistake, the male looked down at you. Veins from his hand began to poke out the lashed parts.