"You think I care? It's not my fault you two are cowards; I'll take what I can get." The more aggressive guard said, using his much larger body to simply pin the girl and hold her down. He was then able to begin work on removing her clothing, having only some trouble due to her struggling. Clearly he had been thinking about this, planning it to some degree, for some time although to be honest he had assumed it would never be allowed and had never figured out any way to do it without the scientists knowing. Now that they approved, he wanted to hurry before they changed their minds or the male experiment recovered enough to pull something heroic. He didn't think the girl had it in her to do much against him, she was small and fairly weak and anyway he now had her body trapped against the wall, keeping her from hitting him with her wings again. He found her struggling in this position to be more exciting than a problem, knowing that he had power over her. Her shrieking was pretty loud and annoying, though, so he smacked her and told her to shut up.<br/><br/>Jack appeared to be shaking, even though he didn't seem to have any ability to move voluntarily at the moment. He was beyond angry and wanted nothing more than to kill everyone in that room. He understood his punishment; they'd rendered him helpless somehow, and now they were going to make him watch. They'd done less extreme things in the past, punished younger kids he had been kept with for things he had done. They knew this worked on him, knew he hated it and would in some ways punish himself by blaming himself.<br/>At the moment all he could think was that he shouldn't have tried to run, knowing what they would do to her if he failed to get them out. He should have known they were unlikely to succeed, especially given how unskilled in fighting she was. Surely it would have been better to just give in; he'd do his best not to hurt her, while it appeared at least one of these guards would truly enjoy hurting her. Maybe his brother or her brothers would have killed him, or maybe he'd do it himself for being involved in such a thing, but still that was better than the current situation. He didn't see any way out at the moment, and that only freaked him out further.<br/>Meanwhile, his body worked to filter out the drug from his system, replacing it with adrenaline. He'd always had a rather strong protective instinct, and her struggling and screaming really did help to bring that out. He didn't know her well, but that didn't matter; every part of his being was pretty much screaming at him to do something -anything- to stop this at all costs. When the guard hit her, he even managed to half lunge and half fall forwards as he begun to be able to move again.<br/>"Whoa there buddy! You're not going anywhere!" The guard holding him said, holding him more securely and being sure to pin his wings tight against his back. He'd felt how hard those things could hit someone. He wasn't sure he wanted to directly do anything, but he was no saint either. Not even close, and he was at least interested in watching the evening's "entertainment," making the internal excuse that it didn't make HIM evil; HE wasn't doing anything but following orders and subduing the more dangerous of the two experiments. The guard thought about getting another dose of drug for him, but decided against it, remembering that the scientists said that much more would risk paralyzing his breathing muscles and killing him. He surely didn't want a dead experiment on his hands; these things were expensive and time consuming to produce, and while Jack was a pain he was no doubt one of the more impressive examples of the lab's work. The scientists would have his job and probably his life savings, if not his life itself, were he to cause the death of such a specimen.