As the ringing in her ears began to die down her cheeks started burning for an entirely new reason, with his hand pressing against her throat she could no longer tell how much ground he had won, her legs were exposed to the air that much she had no doubt. Betrayed by her own pants she could no longer move freely enough to kick, the creep was going to win her stomach dropped what little way it had left to go as she realized there was no way she could stop the brute. "Pleeasee, don't.." She practically whimpered hoping he had some kind of humanity buried beneath the filth of a persona he was showing, job or not part of him had to think it wasn't right, didn't he?<br/><br/><br/>It wouldn't be long now before the scientists would be content with their idea of disciplining the girl, but he wasn't sure he could handle seeing his coworkers junk it the fit turning his head towards the male he wondered how long the tranq would hold him and how well his mind would hold having to watch his female suffer like this. He had heard something about how he thought himself a protector of sorts, sad to see the hero fall, even if they were just lab rats. He may be a mountain of a man but he had his soft spot for romances, it would never stop his progress at work, but he could enjoy the effort Casanova was making trying to lunge even with such little strength or control of his body. Glancing back to the girl as he heard the slap he had to hold himself, in the eyes of the lab that was not a woman, it was a specimen, they had tried to escape, she had even managed to cut him with those odd wings of hers. She wasn't human, only resembled one. Crossing his arms he closed his eyes a moment wishing that protocol didn't require a plus one to the number of subjects in the room. All he wished was that he could just go back to his bunk and finish the last month of his contract before he got to live a life of his own on the southern coast beaches where he would be paid for his silence and free to find a woman of his own. Twelve years was long enough in a hell-pit like this, screams moans and groans, too sterile environments that burned his nose, and the bodies he had, had to dispose of still haunted his mind waking or not. Glancing at the door he hadn't remembered if the young pup had shut it all the way, the light shown red, they were all locked in although all three had a key card on their belt to come and go, each tap was logged in one of the computers the pup was no doubt staring at to get out of discipline motions as often as possible. Poor kid didn't know what he had signed up for.