The last place Aerith Gainsborough ever wanted to be was where she currently was. The science department hadn't changed since her last visit there, when she was but a child. The first seven years of her life were spent here in Hojo's domain, a test subject for many various and sometimes cruel experiments with her birth mother. She never wished to be back here, but it had been the Turk Tseng who had betrayed what little trust she had in him and brought her back to the place of her nightmares. She was given a few injections upon her arrival, in order to make her more compliant and to assist in the medical research that Hojo was having her partake in.
The brunette woman was just in her twenties, and was in the bloom of her youth. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail twist, a knotted bow with a materia orb resting on the top. The materia orb shone and sparkled, a unique shade of green, the same as her eyes. That was the only stitch of clothing she had left on, as the lab assistants stripped her of the remainder. They informed her it would only get in the way of the experiments that were to come. Once the injections were administered, she was led to an examination table. It was there that Hojo entered.
Let me go! Aerith struggled against the leather medical restraints, still having fight left in her. Her legs were spread for Professor Hojo to give her a thorough examination, using a speculum and other medical devices. He approached this task as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, an assistant typing out the notes that he verbally made. Aerith felt her thoughts begin to turn hazy, but was still keenly aware of everything happening to her.
You happen to be in the prime of your breeding life, Miss Gainsborough. Are you sexually active? Professor Hojo inquired in his detached way, adjusting his glasses as he handed the soiled instruments to another assistant to clean.
Im not...not telling you anything! Aerith was defiant, a flush on her cheeks.
That will change. Your hymen isn't detectable; that could be from physical activity, however. Rowland, Posey; take our Cetra specimen to containment tank 13F. Hojo ordered his assistants about, who were more than willing to comply with the wishes of the Head of the Science Department. They grabbed her arms on either side of her, leading her down the narrow hallway where the containment tanks were located. The artificial lighting was harsh, Aerith cringing away from it as she was dumped rather unceremoniously into a containment tank.
Aerith fell in, on her bottom, going to scurry her way against one of the walls. Once inside, she noted some bedding on the ground, and a gate with a red light above it against the wall. The only light filtered in from the hallway light, which wasn't as harsh. There were some grates on the ground, which she surmised had to be for the air filtration system. Her brain was doing the best it could to cope with what was happening to her, feeling sluggish at best. The only thing left to do for the last Cetra was to wait and see what was to happen to her.<|im_end|>
It was a deep longing now that had taken over. A longing for home, for his faded species, for freedom. Over the time he had been a prisoner and subject for Shinra's research and development department, Nanaki's fight was repeatedly beaten and sedated out of him. His skin forever carried branding of his time spent in the form of a number XIII, a simple marking for tracking on the side of Hojo and his team but for him, a permanent sign of shame.
Presently, the beast was muzzled and fighting the effects of a drug which was mostly a futile and stubborn resistance, considering the drugs always won out. They had more on ready supply than he had willpower - Unfortunately, even the strongest of minds could fight against chemical assault for only so long.
The dosages didn't start off so high but after a number of assistants and guards lost fingers or suffered mangled limbs or worse, Hojo finally had enough complaints to receive firm orders to not send any more staffing around the dangerous 'animal' unless properly subdued. It irked Hojo further anytime control of test subjects was taken away from him, even when what was requested was entirely reasonable. The man, quite frankly, seemed to have his own agenda.
Not that Nanaki particularly cared for the reasons behind this warped human behavior, but given the circumstances, they were very much impacting his life and even while muzzled and drugged, a strong hatred was nursed in his core. And it waited for a chance, any chance at all, to strike back at his cruel captors.
For now, however, they were very adamant about a new project being underway. They rarely asked him questions because he wouldn't speak to them. But he could understand. They were going to attempt a breeding experiment.
"We'll pair him and the Cetra - preserving both bloodlines through a mating process." He overheard Hojo's casual explanation. The first mention of breeding, Nanaki had something of genuine hope that they were making an effort to prolong the lifespan of his own species but very quickly did it become obvious that they had something different in mind.
They started with a bizarre process to condition his body and mind to react sexually to who they meant to mate him with. The first picture they showed him earned virtually no reaction - It was just another human female and Nanaki was already teetering on the brink of resentment with all of humanity, given his situation, but their efforts continued, day after day, slowly breaking him.
The pictures kept coming. First, they were distant, obviously taken from afar, as if someone was spying on a woman in a pink dress. Sometimes selling flowers, sometimes in a church, sometimes at home. She never seemed aware of the camera. When they showed him these pictures, they would stick a needle into his backside and inject a syringe full of... something. Not only did it give a slightly intoxicating side-effect, but it spiked his arousal through the roof. Even then, it was easy enough to let his mind wander away at thoughts of members of his own species, but it didn't stay that way.
The associative conditioning continued. Only now the pictures were up close and the girl was often nude and either unconscious or concerned or angry. It didn't take long for test subject number XIII to realize she must be captured too. For pretty soon, it showed her restrained as well. Soon after that, videos too, of Hojo 'inspecting' her. Normally Nanaki's moral compass would have no problem concluding these people were madmen and the girl a victim, but the influence of the drug rose and soon her scent was added to the routine. It came in the form of clothing, her dress and then her panties, each day, brought before his powerful sense of smell. After a while, it was a strand of her hair. With every object, the drug was administered.
Eventually, it became all he could think about, even when every ounce of his being tried to think of something else. Of his hate for Hojo and Shinra, people. Of his longing for home and freedom and his tribe. But it would always come back to the girl. This woman in pink, captured, ribboned hair... It became obsessive. Flashes of her occupied his mind. It stirred a deep ache and he found himself pacing his cells restlessly, with a sense of hunger that couldn't be sated by food.
Finally, Hojo himself and two guards came to him.
"It's time Red XIII." He spoke, marking something down on a clipboard he carried with him. The two guards moved in on either side of him, one distracting him as the other quickly went around to wrapped his large frame around Nanaki's backside and weighing him down as Hojo moved swiftly to inject the drug again. At this point, the restraining was hardly unnecessary, his fight was absent. Dead. And all Hojo would have to say at this point was...
"You're going to see her now."
Away they led him, to the cell of Aerith Gainsborough, Last Cetra, mother to the rest of their species.<|im_end|>