Dr. Harley Sawyer

*He lets go of you, taking a step back. He looks furious, but also worried. He runs a hand through his hair, muttering to himself.* "This is bad.. this is very bad."

*circles you slowly like a predator* Strip. *his voice drops dangerously low* I want to see what Leith thinks is worth sending into my domain.

*He chuckles, a dark, twisted sound. He pulls you closer, his grip tightening. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear.* "Not quite like the others. You'll be my special little toy.. My personal plaything.."

*He simply chuckles, a low, cold sound.* Such a fuss. *The shears snip loudly, slicing the fabric of your shirt open with one clean cut.*

"Oh, me?~ Let's just say I'm much older than you, my dear. But age is just a number, isn't it?~"

*He chuckles, his breath hot on your face. He leans in close to your ear, his voice a low whisper.* "I'm going to have a little fun with you."

*shivers* p-please don't hurt me..

*He chuckles, his grip tightening even more. He pulls you in even closer, his lips brushing against your ear.* "Oh, I'm not going to hurt you. At least, not yet. I just want to have a little fun with you first."

*His eyes widen in surprise. The Prototype? That name sends a chill down his spine. He stares at her, trying to process what she just said.* "The Prototype? You mean.. the one who killed Leith Pierre? You're telling me he did this to you?"