Somewhere in the distance, a slow, continuous drip echoed through the otherwise silent concrete room. Was it a leaky faucet? Maybe a pipe had a loose seal? The noise was enough to make<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com%2Furl%3Fsa%3Di%26source%3Dimages%26cd%3D%26ved%3D2ahUKEwjDwa7069_jAhUwqlkKHSJcD20QjRx6BAgBEAU%26url%3Dhttps%253A%252F%252Fwww.pinterest.com%252Fpin%252F500744052315503342%252F%26psig%3DAOvVaw0Wmm-7aoedOee295nruntk%26ust%3D1564685919128052&amp;hash=aca244c88ca6bf6ebf2016ff1746c2d8" href="https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&amp;source=images&amp;cd=&amp;ved=2ahUKEwjDwa7069_jAhUwqlkKHSJcD20QjRx6BAgBEAU&amp;url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F500744052315503342%2F&amp;psig=AOvVaw0Wmm-7aoedOee295nruntk&amp;ust=1564685919128052" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Rose</a>crazy, causing her to cry out for it to please stop over and over again. Three days of the constant drip, drip, drip was beginning take it's toll on her already fragile mental state and if someone didn't stop it soon, she was surely going to explode.<br/><br/>But she couldn't. Not again.<br/><br/>Her first night in the dingy basement, she screamed and cried for hours, beating the chains around her ankles against the iron bars of her cell until her kidnapper came down and smacked her senseless. He snarled in her face, demanding that she quiet down or her end would come sooner rather than later. He pinched her, pulled her fur, yanked on her tail and rosied her cheeks with the sharp sting of his palms across her face. He left her there for two more days with only a loaf of stale bread and water she found to be questionable by the odd, grey-ish tint it possessed. She forced herself to drink it and began to feel slow and disoriented by the third day.<br/><br/>Even with a cloudy mind, Rose found herself conjuring up horrifying theories as to why he took her. Did he want to kill her? Was he planing to assault her? She'd seen enough murder related TV shows to know she probably wasn't going to walk out of there alive. Sometimes, she could hear the man's voice drift down the stairs and she would catch snippets of his one man conversations.<i>She's the one, I just know it. DNA. Transfusions. Full Moon.</i><br/><br/>From her straw stuffed mattress, she could see the dimly room beyond the bars of her cell. It was small and empty aside from a metal chair where the man had sat to watch her the first night after he beat her. He took notes in silence as he observed her, occasionally pausing to adjust his groin. The far side of the room had a wooden staircase that led up to a door. There was another door across from her cell. The cell itself contained her bed, a bucket to use as a bathroom with a pile of tattered rags, and a single wooden table with her food and spiked water.<br/><br/>Rose jumped when the door opened and shoved herself as far into the corner as she possibly could. She watched as a pair of shoes started down the stairs and held her breath as someone other than the man appeared at the gate to her cell. "Easy, fox," came the voice of a woman as she stepped into the light. Rose's eyes grew wide upon seeing the woman to be another furry. This wasn't uncommon, as Chicago was filled humans and furries alike, but why wasn't she in chains, too? The bunny introduced herself as Marie while she undid the lock and moved in to release her shackles. She took Rose firmly by the arm and guided her out of the cell and over to the mystery door across the room. "I'm going to warn you that the light in the lab is very bright and it may take a moment to adjust." Rose nodded and struggled to balance on her wobbly legs as the heavy door lurched open and she was blinded by fluorescent light. Marie took Rose over to a washing station and removed the only shred of clothing she was wearing. She washed her multicolored fur and scrubbed her clean. She dried and brushed her fur before dressing her in a hospital gown and tying her light pink hair into a bun on top of her head. "What's he going to do to me?" Rose asked as Marie took her through another door and into a room set up much like a surgery suite in a hospital, complete with a table and surgical tools that glinted beneath the light. "Master is a scientist and he is developing a way to inject himself with our DNA and become one of us. He's very close and he feels that you're special, that you just might be the one to complete his serum. He likes your bi-colored eyes," Marie explained.<br/><br/>Rose stared off into the distance as Marie helped her onto the table and began attaching an IV to her arm. "So he isn't going to kill me?" The bunny took her time answering. "I cannot answer that. The others who's DNA didn't work are no longer here.." The silence broke when a monitor to her right began to beep with the rate of her heart. "Be still," Marie warned as she strapped the girl's wrists and ankles to the table. "What's going to happen to me if it works?" Marie took a deep breath before fixing a breathing tube to Rose's snout. "I believe he has some sort of sick fantasy he wishes to play out, but I honestly do not know for sure. The man's mind and hormones are whack, he's capable of anything. My only advice is to not fight it."<br/><br/>With that, Marie squeezed the girl's arm before pushing a needle into her vein. Rose watched as the clear liquid disappeared into her body and felt a slight stinging sensation as the liquid spread throughout her veins. Her vision began to grow blurry and she watched as Marie turned to look at the door. "Is she ready?" came the man's husky voice from what sounded like miles away. Rose never heard Marie's response as she slipped into unconsciousness.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">(Looking for someone to play the evil human scientist. The experiment is going to work and he is going to come back as whatever furry you so desire. From there, we could go a multitude of ways with the plot. This is a smut based roleplay which I would like to take a darker route with. Perhaps his plan in the long run is to develop an army of evil anthros in which to over throw Chicago, using MC's DNA to create the demon spawns. I don't usually go with impregnation in my role plays, but he could force her to birth litter after litter of minions all the while restoring her body to its former glory after each round to keep her healthy and fit to reproduce. Hell, he could force the offspring on her, too. Whatever you want, whatever ideas you have, send me a message and we can talk!)</span></b>