Post by JACK ROCCOGRANDI on Aug 18, 2012 19:51:36 GMT -5
Jack dropped his sample in the cup on the counter, disgusted with it, himself, the doctor and this place. Maybe it wasn’t a big deal for most men to jerk off into a cup; maybe most men might like that or think it wasn’t so bad. Jack wasn’t most men. He was a very reserved and private person. He didn’t get out much and he preferred it that way. Being asked to do something as private as masturbating with anyone, nevermind a doctor, nearby and aware of what he was doing was a huge violation in his mind. It made him feel embarrassed, harassed and disgusted. If he never had to lay eyes on this bitch of a doctor again he would die a happy man. Unfortunately, she revealed that this wasn’t the last of his tests. "Yes, that will be all for today. They will complete the last test tomorrow or the following day. It's another simple running test." Jack nodded firmly. If it was just running, he might enjoy it, though he was certain they would make him do it as a wolf this time. Obviously these tests were meant to compare his human to his wolf form, so it would only make sense to have him do the same running test as a wolf.
As the guards came forward and grabbed him, he kept hard, hateful eyes on the doctor. He wanted to see how his words had affected her. From the look on her face, it looked like he might have had an effect, made her feel ashamed, but he couldn’t be sure. The guards shoved him and he looked forward again reluctantly. He hated this place. Everything about it made his skin crawl now and all he wanted was a shower and some sleep. He wasn’t even hungry anymore. He was pissed and nauseous. Would he ever get out of here? Would he get to see Rebecca again? Just thinking of her…he was glad she was far away from this place. She was human, so she was safe. It was a good thing she didn’t want to be like Jack after elementary school. She certainly deserved much better than this place.
If he ever did get out he wondered what it would be like between them. Would he ever be able to look at her the same? She was human, after all…but she wasn’t like these humans. Rebecca Taylor wasn’t afraid of them. Then there was the question of what happened before the camps…it seemed like such a long time ago. It made him feel worse. Even if he got out of here, it wouldn’t matter—Rebecca would still hate him for what had gone down in his apartment. He couldn’t even look forward to seeing her when he got out. The most he had to look forward to was his sisters—thank God they were far away from this place and escaped the long arm of Scriptor Bay’s law—and normal food and a comfortable bed; in other words, his freedom. It was a nice thought, but what was freedom when there was no one to share it with? Jack was miserable.
As the guards came forward and grabbed him, he kept hard, hateful eyes on the doctor. He wanted to see how his words had affected her. From the look on her face, it looked like he might have had an effect, made her feel ashamed, but he couldn’t be sure. The guards shoved him and he looked forward again reluctantly. He hated this place. Everything about it made his skin crawl now and all he wanted was a shower and some sleep. He wasn’t even hungry anymore. He was pissed and nauseous. Would he ever get out of here? Would he get to see Rebecca again? Just thinking of her…he was glad she was far away from this place. She was human, so she was safe. It was a good thing she didn’t want to be like Jack after elementary school. She certainly deserved much better than this place.
If he ever did get out he wondered what it would be like between them. Would he ever be able to look at her the same? She was human, after all…but she wasn’t like these humans. Rebecca Taylor wasn’t afraid of them. Then there was the question of what happened before the camps…it seemed like such a long time ago. It made him feel worse. Even if he got out of here, it wouldn’t matter—Rebecca would still hate him for what had gone down in his apartment. He couldn’t even look forward to seeing her when he got out. The most he had to look forward to was his sisters—thank God they were far away from this place and escaped the long arm of Scriptor Bay’s law—and normal food and a comfortable bed; in other words, his freedom. It was a nice thought, but what was freedom when there was no one to share it with? Jack was miserable.
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