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Twin spiral-staircases wind down either wall into the well-lit Laboratory. It is clean, and ordered, save for one lone cluttered desk at the foot of the "front" Staircase. Building is vast, and entirely underground, all the walls are washed-white, and the floor is cold stone. The main Room holds three walls of cabinets, filled with drugs, poisons, and tools; scalpels, needles, saws, syringes, and various other surgical tools and blades. The middle of the floor houses 6 tables, each separated from the other by medical curtains hung from the ceiling. And, each fitted with chains or leather-and-cloth restraints.
The bare wall is home to a darkened corridor, moans and smothered screams echo down it, trapped experiments in the room-like cells a half-level lower than the lab it's self. The rooms are small, most can hold two subjects at a Time, others are special for the ''Favorites'' or those too powerful to be kept in the standard cells. One such Cell holds the Bulk Form of a Werewolf, his eyes are red and sullen and he stays on his small cushion unless called, his door is unlocked, but he keeps it closed anyway. No longer does he know fear, but the habit of it is hard to break.
Here works The vampiress Mercury, a scientist for the sake of knowledge.

Mercury scowled at the intrusion, sending Coux-Joux to open the door and see who would dare bother her at her work. The scar-heavy Werewolf obeyed, dragging back the bloodied young slave and laying him on one of his Mistress's work-tables. He brought her the note as she stood from her desk to inspect her bound and unfortunate guest. "ThE slAve DeliVerEd, MistrEss, in lEss thAn PerfEct heaLth." The wolf grunted, his voice rough and course as though long-damaged. Mercury, traced her fingers along the cuts and bruises of her newest slave, "Barbarians, such waste cutting him up and then sedating him...tsk." She motioned for the boy to be strapped down, and was promptly obeyed. She tolerated no less than perfect obedience.
"Poor thing all cut up..." She cut away the shirt, and rags that were left of his clothing and began treating his wounds. The slave agency would hear from her over this, when she specifically required her subjects to be in perfect health. Now she would have to wait till she was sure there would be no infections before starting any experiments.

Mercury looked up from treating the slave's wounds. "Oh, good your conscious" She chirped, "Less likely to have suffered severe head-trauma. Try to remain still," She finished dabbing a salve onto a bruise. "My name is Mercury, your new Mistress. You're in my laboratory, in regrettably less-than-perfect health. but C'est la vie." She smiled inspecting him now that he was awake, looking into his eyes and ears, for trauma and clarity. "Say ahh..." She asked moving to check his teeth and throat, all business for a routine physical...should the patient be strapped to a table. She did wait to remove his restraints, he had been bound for a reason. She would wait to see how he would react before releasing him.

Mercury checked the young man over, noticing his discomfort but leaving the bonds in place. " Sorry about the restraints, they brought you to me fully trussed So I thought it best you remain so till you became accustomed to your surroundings. Tell me a little of yourself, I got from the agency that your name is Aingel? An interesting name." She ran her fingers through his hair, noting what looked like a few cybernetic implants. That's right, his info had said he was 'programed' And it seemed to be aiding his healing process, that would come in handy. He was already half on his way to being the better soldier, though obviously with a few... bugs to be worked out still.

Mercury listened politely still messing with her slave's hair. "It's so you don't hurt me or yourself. Many of my test-subjects tend to be violent, some more so after I finish altering them. So, I keep them restrained till they learn to control what I give them." She saw no point in lying to a slave, so she was quite honest in telling them exactly what was going to happen to them. "For you, I plan some minor physical adjustments mostly muscle-tissue implants, and supplemental growth hormones. Do you know just what all kinds of augmentation was done to you? It could be important to what I plan." The werewolf Coux-Joux sat by the table, He handed his Mistress some new clothes for Aingel, basic red shirt and black jeans, sturdy and clean.

Mercury nodded, "Singularly unique, and a clone. I don't think I've ever worked on a clone, an interesting experience I'm sure. Well, I'm quite good with most medical tech, so I shouldn't be completely clueless when it comes to you." She walked around the table to her notes. to begin writing things down. "If you think you can behave yourself, I'll allow you to dress. Perhaps find your room and bed?" She asked it reasonably, holding lightly to her notes and watching his face for emotion...and tells should he lie.

Mercury sighed giving a half-smile, "I Do not expect you to grovel, being a bit of a fighter. But seeing as I own you, I do expect to be addressed with some respect." She chucked him gently under his chin as she asked, "So, 'please' What?" She wasn't going to push him too hard, not yet. But best he get in the habit now...it would be harder to change if she left the tough stuff till later.

Mercury chuckled, "Not what I meant Ma Petite, though that was cute so I'll give you points for that. I meant your form of address to me, you call me Mistress, Ma'am, or My Lady." Most of her subjects did eventually refer to her as "b***h" but none of them for very long, she wanted to start off right with this one anyway. She had a feeling she would come to like the little Human-boy.
She released one hand of his from it's restraints, "Now, Try again for the other hand. 'please'...?" She'd keep at him, consistency trained dogs, horses, and humans.