Chapter 3!

he fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow over the lab’s polished surfaces as Elena stands with her spine rigid, her sharp gaze locked onto Lila like a predator sizing up prey. The air is thick with unspoken tension, the kind that makes Lila’s skin prickle, her pulse quickening beneath the thin fabric of her lab coat. She swallows hard, her throat dry, as Elena finally breaks the silence.

“Dr. Voss,” Elena says, her voice smooth but edged with something colder, something calculated. “He’s been… interested in your progress.”

Lila’s breath hitches as the door hisses open, and a man steps inside—tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair slicked back from a face that’s all sharp angles and cold precision. Dr. Voss. His eyes, a pale, almost colorless gray, flick over Lila with the detached curiosity of a scientist examining a specimen. Not a woman. Not a person. A subject.

“Ah,” he murmurs, his voice low, clinical. “The famous test case.”

Lila’s fingers twitch at her sides, her cock—thick, heavy, wrong—throbbing between her legs. The serum has reshaped her, twisted her into something else, something that aches with need even as her mind screams for escape. She can feel Elena’s presence behind her like a physical weight, a reminder of the hands that have molded her, the voice that has commanded her, the body that has owned her.

Dr. Voss steps closer, his polished shoes clicking against the tile. “I understand you’ve been… enhanced,” he says, his gaze dropping to the obvious bulge straining against Lila’s pants. A smirk tugs at his lips. “Quite thoroughly.”