The Prisoner and the Scientist Alpha

Chapter 3- Happy Birthday, Now Spread Your legs For Me.

Chapter 3- Happy Birthday, Now Spread Your legs For Me.

(Three years later. Rylee has turned 18. >)

I have spent three years here. Three mind-numbingly painful years.

I think.

It's hard to tell. I have not been outdoors or seen the sun. My skin is pale and my hair is full. It's the least of my worries.

I mostly tell the passage of time by the slightly different smells. Sometimes I think I can smell snow on a soldier who has come back from outdoors, or I look for muddy boot prints that might have been from rainy spring weather.

My room is still bare, but I have a few sets of clothes in a corner. I am taken to the showers once a week and washed down with cold water and scrubbed at arm's length by a guard with a broom. Even though interrogations continue, no question is ever asked.

Meals come once, sometimes twice a day. It's usually a paper cup of water, bread, and cheese. Sometimes a vegetable. Fruit happens rarely, maybe on holidays I muse.

I'm also given pills. I assume vitamins, but they hurt my stomach so I often end up throwing them up in the toilet. I tried asking once in my early days what they were for, but was met with a stone faced guard who slammed the door on my face.

No answers to that one.

I have not said a word since the week after I arrived aside from the screams and sobs.

When I first got here, I was curious. I asked about pills, I asked what they wanted, I asked and I asked. They don't like talking so I quickly learned to shut up.

Metal still hurts. I have figured out it was silver. It's not as strong as stainless steel, and not as pliable and weak as gold. I have no idea what they added to the silver to make it hurt. I used to wear silver necklaces for picture day at school and nothing ever hurt like that.

My body is covered in bruises and faint scars. Although the silver isn't sharp, it's held against me until it burns.

When I'm not being interrogated, scrubbed down, and nibbling on meager food offerings, I am left alone in my room.

I mainly "draw" scenes with a wet finger trip. It doesn't last long and the image disappears shortly, but it gives me something to do. Anything.

The place still smells stale.

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The door is forced open once again. I am pulled from my bed and placed in the silver cuffs again. Wordlessly I am pulled through a hallway. My legs are a little longer and it's sometimes easier to keep up.

The guard pauses to enter his security pass at a door.

I smell... Jasmine. Wonderful, sweet, floral jasmine. It's so new to this place that I smile. I take a long deep inhale.

Jasmine is my favorite scent.

Is it spring? Maybe a guard brushed past a flower bush on his way in. No, it has to be summer, judging by the chilled AC air and how much guards smell like sweat when they first come in. I dare another deep breath and follow my nose. My eyes meet the face of a new man I have never seen before.

"Hello, 937. I am your interrogator. On the board. Now. " He is tall, his voice and presence are demanding.

I startle slightly at the force in his voice. He wears glasses, a leather utility vest, and a white lab coat. He has khaki pants that taper down to thick boots. His clothing looks similar to the past interrogators but with just a little more style. He is also larger- His frame is slightly taller and thicker than the others.

Seeing my hesitation, he firmly grabs my arms and leads me to the body board. I follow offering no opposition to his pull.

What would even be the point?

Thoughts of resistance have long left my mind along with any hope I had of leaving.

"I am going to ask you a few questions today," My ankles are locked into the silver shackles. I wince as the silver bites in, "I suggest you answer truthfully."

He pulls my arms up, into their locks. My body makes a "T" pose that I am familiar with by now.

His eyes narrowed at me and I could feel the annoyance filling in his mind. I am not sure why he is angry if I have not resisted him. I avoid his gaze. I don't want to attract his ire, even though I don't know why I make him so angry.

And did he just say questions? I have never once been questioned here in the past few years. My brows furrow.

He notices and grabs my jaw. I quickly relax my expression away. "Truth only 937, do not dare to lie to me." He rumbles like thunder with that.

He spits to the side "Why you?" He shakes his head and rolls up his sleeves as he walks away to a tray with instruments, snapping gloves onto his hands.

"Who are you?" He demands, cold eyes staring at me.

What does he mean? Who am I? 937? Rylee? Why is he changing from hot anger to cold eyes? I do not understand. I have too many answers and too many questions that nothing comes out of my mouth. I have been paralyzed by fear for so long that my throat doesn't even know how to work anymore.

Instead, I nervously shake my head apologetically. I have never been asked a question here before. What I am supposed to say? What does he want to hear?

He scowls in disappointment and grabs a silver crop. That's new. He slaps it across my arm and I howl. I can't talk but I can scream. I haven't forgotten that.

"937 I told you to tell the truth. Let us try this again. Who are you?" The silver cane swung through the air. He is teasing me. Hearing it whistle through the air is intimidating.

Tears of pain roll down my face. I take a breath. I try to will any answer, I want to answer to get him to stop, but the words get stuck in my throat. I know my silence is the wrong answer because he brings the silver crop down again on my other arm.

He roars his question again as he raises the crop "TELL. ME. WHO. YOU. ARE."

I'm too scared to answer. Instead, I shake and cry.

The last thing I remember is the repetitive sting of silver as jasmine fills my nose.

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I am taken for another interrogation. I seem to have angered the interrogator because this is the third in as many days. I think. The smell of jasmine cuts through the air and I already know who awaits me on the other side.

He secures me to the body board. Ankles wide, arms wide, hips secured down. He pauses in front of me. I am helpless in this position and I quiver as he steps closer to me between my legs. I remember my last "interrogations."

I start to notice that the air is a little different. There is a heat between us... and for some reason, I want him. Why are my thoughts even on that? i***t. I'm a virgin, a teenager, but I haven't ever done that with a boy.

He reaches his steely hand forward to my collar bone. His face is unreadable.

I bite my lip as he speaks

"I think I was asking the wrong questions the last time. Prisoner 937, do you know what you are? "

What am I supposed to be? I tilt my head slightly in confusion, both at the situation and at his question.

"Either way it does not matter. Did you know it was your birthday last week? It was in your prisoner intake forms." His hand slides up to my chin and tilts my head up so we are staring into each other's eyes "I was not sure at first but now that your birthday is passed I am certain. And you look delicious bound down." He licks his lips.

"Spread your legs for me, Rylee." He gave me a soft command. Has he not noticed that he has bound me down?

"Feel free to scream, no one will care." His body sends confusing messages, sometimes his stance seems angry, and sometimes he seems drawn to me with... is that desire?

Oh. My birthday. The realization twists my stomach, but I barely have time to introspect when I feel the cold sting of silver scissors on my skin. He glides the silver down my pants leg and cuts my pants and panties off of me. He moves the scissors up and cuts my shirt off as well.

I am naked, save for the silver bounds. I feel completely exposed.

Authors note about this story: s*x should always be safe, sane, and consensual. This story is a work of fantasy. Some chapters will be darker than others. Please note this book is still a work in progress. I have a redemption arc and a revenge arc planned for Rylee. Also, there is no underage s*x. The spice starts in chapter 3. Chapters 27 and 28 touches on rough s*x and ab**e. Read with caution. If this is not your cup of tea, skip chapters or read another story.