The twins are... rescued. Sort of

The twins were left miserably bound and waiting for enemies to find them. There were many rivals and foes of the Luv family, and many of them found the twins to be pests. They were suddenly picked up by two pairs of hands, from behind, being hurriedly carried off.

“Who are you guys?” Timmy asked.
“Perhaps a blessing for you children,” said the blonde woman in a lab coat. “I’m Rachel.”
“And I’m Pam,” said the brunette. “And our master would like to see you. He thinks you’re both fascinating fighters.”

“Really?” the twins said hopefully.
“Of course. He thinks it’s amazing how Luv family members can turn out to be this week, even at your ages.”

The twins groaned miserably.
“He’s curious to find out why, and he just may find a way to improve you, if you cooperate.”
“And if we don’t.”
“….well, he didn’t mention that as a possibility, so… bad things.”
Timmy squeaked fearfully.

“Don’t worry! It won’t hurt much at all, we swear…” Rachel promised.
“We think,” Pam added.
“Yea! We swear we think!”