Watching Rudolf trip his balls off Willow thought for a moment about what the message had said, the mention of subjects being terminated was foreboding and she got the distinct impression whoever was running this freak show was not the kidding type. If she didn't do something it was likely that whatever was drugging Rudolf would soon enough cause him to snap possibly becoming violent and while she was certain that with the hand-to-hand training her brother had drilled into her she could handle him Willow really didn't want to have to find out. So she approached the stumbling stranger slowly and gently placed a hand on his right forearm the one bearing his bracelet and lifted it so he could see. "Your bracelet says 'Male-003 | Phencyclidine-0.18ml/day'" Wil pronounced the chemical name of PCP flawlessly and went on to explain what that meant for him "Somehow whoever is running this place is dosing you with approximately 3mg of PCP an hour. They gave me instructions which I think will stop the delivery of the drugs but I am going to need your cooperation." Willow waited for Rudolf to absorb all that before she dropped the bomb "They want me to.. they want.. whatever sick fuck is doing this to you wants me to.. oh fuck it, they want me to drink your cum. And the only way I'm supposed to get it is with my hands.'<br/><br/>Turning and looking around the lab Willow cried in frustration "What the fuck is wrong with you sick fucks?" After taking a few moments to calm herself again Willow turned back to Rudolf. "If I don't do what they say, and the drugs keep going... you're probably going to fuckin turn schizo within the next few hours and get violent, maybe kill me.. or yourself, or force me to kill you.. I don't want that to happen so.." Willow took a deep breath "So.. I need you to come and sit down on the sofa and... and remove your pants."