Yes, running is pointless

You slowly walk toward the desk, as the woman sitting there watches your every movement with a finger laying on some sort of remote. She stands up and leans forward, grinning as you approach.

Taking a better look at her, you see that she is very thin, almost sickly pale, and taller than you, so much that you are at eye level with her small breasts, a B cup at most;

her face features are sharp, clear blue eyes stare at you with a cat-like attitude as her grin widens maliciously, as if you were some hapless prey to harass; while she plays with a loose strand of her sandy blonde hair, otherwise kept in a tight ponytail.

She wears a labcoat which doesn't cover her naked perky tits, a pair of stained panties and thigh high striped socks.

" Taking a proper look at the goods, are we boy? "

You snap out of it as her high pitched voice cuts the silence in the room; Bringing you back to the harsh reality that you have been captured by what appears to be a mad scientist who has not had a change of clothes in several days, judging by the pungent smell in her vicinity...

"Let's keep introductions to a minimum, shall we? You can call me Kim, i'll call you whatever i damn please. "

She steps aside and rises your chin with her elongated fingers, and looks at you straight in the eyes

"If you do everything i say, there's a chance i might let you go, as healty as a horse..."

Her other hand closes on your crotch, as you realize just now that you are naked like a worm, and squeezes until your legs buckle from under you, keeping you up by clutching your neck, without releasing your genitals from her **** grip.

"Disobey, and i will see to it that you never walk, speak or fuck like a man for the rest of your pityful life"

She releases her grip and you collapse in a heap on the ground at her feet, unable to even speak as the pain fills your mind.

Kim looks at you and grins, satisfied.

"Now, while you're down there, kiss my feet, bitch"