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Nix:
Trigger Warning: Non-con/rape 

Benett sat at his desk in his new office and exam room. The notes in front of him were hardly interesting to anyone besides him, not even other TRIM scientist seemed to take interest in his research. He knew that he got to do basically whatever he wanted because his father was a board member, and as long as he got to carry out his work he didn't care.

Instead of researching drugs or products, he was researching physical methods of increasing psionic abilities. He had seen it occur in one of his slaves. The boy had barely any psychic ability and then after 'playing' with him the slave developed mild telekinetic abilities. He knew that there was no control group for this experiment, and that there were so many factors that it could never be widely implemented... but if he could figure out how to trigger these responses in even a few individuals... well, he'd be happy. Other scientists could work on their supplement and drug cocktails for enhancing psionics, but that would always be artificial...

Benett adjusted his glasses and neatly organized his data as he waited for the guards to deliver the next test candidate.

Rhi-Rhi:
Deliver him they did.

Hand cuffed behind his back, two guards escorted Asher into the room and then stood to the side to see if they were needed--and if Asher had it his way, they would be. Eventually. But for the moment he just stood there, brown eyes taking in everything: the room, where everything was located, where the nearest sharp object was, the scientist poring over his notes. He quickly analyzed the man: his physical makeup and build. Damn, he was tall, even sitting he could see that--but height meant nothing. Asher worked out daily; these scientists sat on their asses most days plugging in data and poking needles into veins.

It all took a couple seconds; he'd gotten fast at making snap judgments and quick observations, and he was perpetually in a state of "fight" because "flight" was not an option.

After a moment, he finally found the guy's face and grinned darkly. "What's up, doc?"

Nix:
"You're dismissed." Benett said to the guards without even looking up from his notes. This one was called Asher. He looked up at the subject and let his eyes roam over the smug pugnacious kid. He'd heard about the problems with this one, and that's why he'd been given permission to use this one in his research, if he wanted. And why wouldn't he? That lovely scarred and freckled face... his attitude and stance, silently begging to be broken and bent over. He just needed to be dominated...

"Asher..." He said once the guards left. "You can sit down on the exam table if you like. I would just like to talk to you today..."

Rhi-Rhi:
"I think I'll stand, thanks," Asher said and made no effort to move. He stayed planted where he was, in front of the door, and kept his eyes on the scientist. He didn't like making their job easy when he could help it and besides, if he just wanted to "talk" then that shouldn't be an issue.

"Whatcha want, dickweed?"

Nix:
"What are your psychic abilities, in your opinion." Benet asked, his eyes cold and staring straight at Asher's boyish face, that scar in particular. The names didn't bother him, and the fact that the other wouldn't sit only told him more about him. Benett scribbled notes down about Asher's behavior, without looking down at the paper.

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