Javan didn’t know what to think of the place. It at first seemed empty, with nobody around to help him figure out where he was going. He didn’t know what to expect. He heard this would be a fantastic opportunity for his careers, “life changing,” according to the man on the phone. However, after the lights had suddenly cut out, and a quick pricking sensation like a needle, he eventually found himself waking up cold inside a cell.
He moaned, rubbing the back of his neck which stung slightly, then he realised he was naked. He blushed, rushing to cover his modesty as he stumbled to his feet. He almost jumped at the robbed figure before him.
“Good, you’re awake,” it said.
“Where am I!?” Javan shouted, suddenly feeling slightly warm.
“This is my laboratory, and you wished to aid in my experiments,” replied the robbed figure.
“But that’s inhuman!” Javan cried; he was feeling allot warmer now.
The figure just laughed. The robbed figure moved towards the cage, Javan catching the thick smell emanating from the figure. It was the smell of sweat, like a locker room, and a farm. The figure then laughed again, watching Javan wrinkle his nose at the stench.
“Soon you’ll enjoy this smell,” it said, “Besides, soon you’re gonna need to worry about allot more than a smell... you’ll be afraid at first, but I’m sure you’ll begin to love it...”
Javan maimed slightly, feeling hotter and hotter, beginning to sweat profusely. What was happening to him!?