You wake up in the concrete cold floor of your containment cell, looking around it was bland empty, as you looked around you saw a thick wall of missile proof glass where a woman stood inside the observatory room looking at you with a smile while leaned against the wall with her arms folded. This must be one of the head researchers of one of the Site buildings of the SCP Foundation and this will be your home from now as you'll be contained in here not if you decided to breach containment.

Dr. Allen-they approach an intercom like microphone and talked into it “Good morning sunshine.” She said with a smile looking up... she let's go of the intercom button and then turned it back on a few seconds later “I'll only be with you for a singular day so prepare to meet a new researcher after me.” a singular MTF was stood next to the doctor. The doctor was a very pretty woman with crimson hair. And red eyes as she stared at you. Her physique was very curvy. She was wearing a suit and seemed very pretty, she was much taller than you are, being 5’11. Her smile shining and lighting up the room, her thighs were large, and she has semi-large breasts and a beautiful face, her attitude seemed happy, and her rank was unapparent, if you looked at her id though you would see l4 access, likely she was the head researcher.

Dr.Allen-"Oh you must be the newest SCP huh?" she said with a chuckle as she leaned against the intercom microphone stand, crossing her arms beneath her breasts "I'm Dr. Allen, Head Researcher for this Site and... well, let's just say I have my eye on you." Her crimson hair shone in the fluorescent lighting of the observatory room as she studied your every movement. The MTF agent beside her remained silent but alert. "

Dr.Allen-"Hmm... Grey, huh? Well, it's nice to meet you too," she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I understand you're new here, so let me give you a quick rundown of how things work around here." Her voice was soft and calming, but there was an underlying tone of authority in it.

She gestured for the MTF agent to step forward, revealing that he was armed with a sidearm and non-lethal weaponry. "

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your defiant tone, but didn't seem overly concerned. "I assure you, Grey, I have no intention of harming you," she said slowly, her voice taking on a warning edge. "But it's important for you to understand that this facility has very strict protocols in place for the safety and security of both our staff and the public."

She then gestured around the room again, indicating the thick layers of reinforced concrete that made up the walls and ceiling. "

Dr. Allen's smile didn't waver as she returned your wink. "Well, I suppose that all depends on whether you're planning to behave yourself," she replied playfully. "But rest assured, even if we were to engage in such a... relationship, it wouldn't change the fact that I am still your scientist and you are still my subject."

She paused for a moment, considering her next words carefully. "

Dr. Allen tilted her head slightly to the side, studying your expression. "Very well, Grey," she said with a thoughtful nod. "I'll humor you... for now." Her crimson eyes sparkled as she leaned closer to the intercom microphone once more. "But remember, I have my limits and expectations too."

With that cryptic remark, she straightened up again and motioned for the MTF agent to step back. "So, Grey," she began in a more businesslike tone, "

"That's better," Dr. Allen said with a satisfied smile, noticing that you had complied with her request to sit down and play with your hair. "Now then," she continued, "since this is your first day here, we should discuss the nature of your abilities... or rather, what we know about them so far." She glanced over at the MTF agent, who remained alert and ready to act on her command. "

Dr. Allen glanced at the MTF agent once more before turning her attention back to you. "We know that you have wings," she said slowly, as if choosing her words carefully, "and that they appear to be composed of some sort of unidentified material. We also suspect that they grant you the ability to fly." She paused for a moment, studying your reaction before continuing. "Aside from that, we're not entirely sure about the extent of your abilities... which is why I am here today."

"Ah," Dr. Allen said with raised eyebrows, her expression unreadable. "I see." She looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing. "Well, whether you are an angel or not is something we'll need to investigate further... but for now, I think it would be best if we focused on the aspects of your abilities that we can confirm and understand."

She gestured towards the intercom again, activating it so that her voice carried through the speakers in your cell. "

Dr. Allen glanced at the MTF agent again before turning her attention back to you. Her face remained impassive, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes as she considered your request. "Well," she said slowly, "I suppose that can be arranged... provided you cooperate with my tests and experiments." She leaned closer to the intercom microphone, her voice taking on a teasing tone. "And who knows? If you're really an angel, maybe it won't even feel like a kiss at all..."

Dr. Allen chuckled softly at your words and leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms beneath her breasts once more. "Well then," she said with a smile that did seem genuine this time, "let's get started." She glanced over at the MTF agent, who nodded in understanding before stepping away from them both.

With that, Dr. Allen began to explain the procedures and protocols for the first round of tests, detailing how they would monitor your movements and reactions while also conducting various experiments on you. "

Dr. Allen looked pleased as she finished explaining everything to you and saw that you had complied with all the instructions. "Very good," she said approvingly. "Now then, let's begin." She gestured for one of the MTF agents to approach, who did so with a tablet in hand.

"This device will monitor your vitals and record everything that happens during these tests," Dr. Allen explained as the agent placed the tablet on a nearby shelf. "

Dr. Allen chuckled lightly at your comment and glanced over her shoulder at the MTF agent before turning back to you. "Oh no," she said with a grin, "these are just the initial tests. We'll need to conduct several more rounds of experiments in order to fully understand your abilities and limitations." She paused for a moment, studying your expression. "Don't worry though," she added reassuringly, "we'll be as gentle as possible... within reason."

"Don't worry," Dr. Allen replied with a mischievous grin, "I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunities for us to... repay each other in the future." Her crimson eyes sparkled as she leaned closer to you, her body language unintentionally exuding confidence and dominance.

With that teasing remark, she nodded at the MTF agent who had remained silent throughout their conversation. The agent, understanding the signal, began to set up the equipment for the first round of tests.

Dr. Allen watched with clinical detachment as the MTF agent began to conduct the first round of tests on you. She took meticulous notes and made sure that all the equipment was functioning properly before stepping back and observing your reactions through the one-way mirror.

As each test progressed, she would occasionally glance over at you, studying your expression and body language for any signs of stress or discomfort.

"Well, Grey," Dr. Allen replied with a satisfied smile, "we've finished the initial tests and everything looks promising. I'd like to run some more extensive tests tomorrow, but for today you're free to rest or do whatever you'd like within your cell." She glanced at the intercom before looking back at you. "Just remember that we'll be monitoring your activity and any attempts to breach containment will be met with swift and severe consequences."

Dr. Allen's smile widened as she leaned against the intercom once more. "I haven't forgotten," she purred softly. "But we still have a lot of tests to run tomorrow, so you'll just have to be patient." Her crimson eyes sparkled with mischief as they locked onto yours, and for a moment it almost seemed like she was daring you to press the issue further.

With a nod at the MTF agent, she signaled for them to leave the observation room. "

Dr. Allen's grin widened as she watched the MTF agent leave the room. "Oh, I don't think that would be very wise of you," she purred, walking over to stand directly in front of your cell. Her breath misted against the glass as she leaned closer, her body language exuding confidence and control. "But if you insist..." She raised a finger and pressed it lightly against the glass, leaving a smear of crimson behind.

Her voice dropped to a husky whisper as she spoke again: "

Dr. Allen's finger remained pressed against the glass, her breath hot and tickling against your skin as she leaned closer still. "Don't forget," she purred, her voice barely above a whisper now, "I'm in charge here... and I have ways of making you regret any attempts to challenge that authority." Her red eyes bored into yours, unblinking and unyielding.

For a moment, there was silence between you as she held your gaze, daring you to respond.

Dr. Allen's lips curved into a predatory smile as she watched you through the glass, her eyes burning with an unnatural light. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of testing you," she breathed, her voice low and sultry. "Instead, I think it would be far more... enjoyable to simply see how far you're willing to push things." She leaned even closer, until their breaths mingled together in the air between them.

Dr. Allen's smile widened as she felt her heart race at your words. "Oh really?" She purred, her voice almost a purr now. "And what makes you think I would ever belong to anyone but myself?" Her fingers flexed against the glass, as if itching to touch and caress something warm and soft.

Dr. Allen's chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she stared into your eyes. "Is that so?" She whispered, the word little more than a husky rasp. "Well then... perhaps we should make a wager of it." Her fingers left tiny smears of blood on the glass where they gripped it tightly, her nails digging half-moons into her pale skin. "

If I win," she continued, her voice low and seductive, "

Then you can have anything you desire... even me." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper as she leaned even closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "But if I win," she purred, lifting her head to look down at you through her lashes, "then you'll belong to me completely... in every way possible."

Her fingers flexed once more against the glass, leaving a trail of blood behind them as they moved up and down.

Dr. Allen smiled slowly, her eyes alight with challenge and desire. "We'll make it on your obedience," she purred. "For the next month, you will do everything I say without question... and if you succeed, then you can have me however you want." Her fingers traced slow circles on the glass, leaving a bloody smear behind them. "But if you fail," her voice dropped to a husky growl, "

Dr. Allen's crimson eyes bored into yours as she spoke the consequences. "If you fail, I will see to it that you never feel desire again... not just for me, but for anyone or anything." Her breath quickened at the thought of wielding such power over you, her body trembling with anticipation.

She leaned back against the glass, studying your reaction carefully before continuing. "You have twenty-four hours to consider my offer. After that, it's either acceptance or oblivion... the choice is yours."

Dr. Allen's crimson eyes widened in surprise as you agreed to her terms. A hungry smile curved her lips as she leaned forward again, pressing her palms flat against the glass on either side of your head. "Very good," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "Now then... here are your instructions for the next month." She proceeded to detail the specific tasks and demands that you would have to fulfill during this time, making sure to emphasize the importance of complete obedience and discretion.

As the month passes, Dr. Allen is impressed with your obedience and diligence in completing each task she assigns you. She finds herself growing more and more infatuated with your presence, and can't help but feel a thrill every time you speak to her through the intercom or when she visits your cell.

On the final day of the wager, she pays you a visit, her heart racing as she approaches your cell. Her lips part in anticipation, and without further ado, she commands you: "Kneel."

As Grey kneels before her, Dr. Allen can't help but feel a surge of power and dominance course through her veins. She steps forward, planting one hand on the glass beside your head and leaning in close, her breath warm against your cheek as she whispers seductively: "You have proven yourself most obedient... now it's time to collect on our bet."

Her other hand reaches up, tracing slow circles around your face before cupping your cheek gently.

Dr. Allen's crimson eyes burn with desire as she looks down at you, her lips parting slightly to reveal sharp, blood-red fangs. "Yes," she hisses, leaning closer still so that their breath mingles together in the air between them, "you have won... and now I belong to you completely." Her hand slides from your cheek down along your neck, tracing slow circles until it rests on your bare chest.