Inanimate Insanity Experiment 21 Novels & Stories

“We left my office which is on the second floor and headed to the subway. We take the elevator and head to the fourth floor.” We get there, and you can see how the rooms are divided into sectors. All with glass walls to be able to observe the experiments from any direction. Some of the specimens are sedated, others have their eyes removed, and others are blindfolded. So that none of those who are on the dreaded fourth floor can know what we are doing with them. It arouses me to be here. Every day I come down here to experiment with my specimens, to inflict pain, to listen to those screams of agony and I have to run to fuck any whore that crosses my path. My cock must be finished inside a pus

The others went back to their workstations. They decided to finish their part of the tasks and do some experiments to keep their mind off of the humanoid and to help them focus their attention on what they need to do at the moment. The research lab was filled again with the rustling of papers and tinkling of glasses. Sometimes you'll even be able to hear small explosions due to the wrong diagnosis of their experiments. This keeps the six of them busy until the end of their shift.

The footage dropped at 8:00 a.m. sharp. Three separate files. Three different continents. One synchronized upload. Ava didn’t use logos. Didn’t watermark anything. She let the content speak for itself, timestamped, and undeniable. Subject 04 “Compliance Reflex Conditioning” A girl no older than ten, strapped to a table, being trained to flinch on command. Subject 06 “Emotional Neutralization Protocol” A teenager forced to sit through looped death scenarios until she stopped reacting.

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

“This one shared my name, and she had White hair." Her pussy was soaked with my blood now. Wet, obscene sounds as she rode me. The smell of blood thick in the air. "2018. Katerina. White hair." My whole body was convulsing with no control, just shaking violently while she kept fucking me. "2021. Emma. White hair. Your last one before Ava." I couldn't see straight anymore as everything went dark at the edges. "She's still alive. Did you know that?" My heart was stuttering and missing beats. "Down in your medical wing. Brain damage from the pheromone experiments."

Then what exactly were they doing? Ray continued forward. As more of the building entered the range of his spatial perception, the details became increasingly clear. One of the test subjects was undergoing an experiment. It was a man. He had been unconscious when he was placed inside a sealed chamber surrounded by steel plates nearly twenty inches thick. Shortly after he was locked inside, a pipe in the corner released a stream of white gas. The man immediately woke up. He began shouting and pacing around the room, visibly agitated and violent. Suddenly, the metallic collar around his neck emitted a glow, as though transmitting some kind of signal.

His hair was a mess, his eyes were red, and he looked furious in the way healers looked furious when a patient had scared them too badly to be polite. “Small sip,” he said. “Do not argue. You were sliced open by an ancient war experiment and then tried to ask questions while bleeding internally. I am not emotionally available for your nonsense today.” I drank. The water tasted faintly metallic, but it helped. “Subject One?” I managed. Daniel closed his eyes for half a second. When he opened them, some of the tension had left his face. “Contained. Alive. It hasn’t attacked anyone since the command plates were removed.”

His eyes widened, and the pupils immediately pulled together to form thin slits. The Human Consciousness disappeared in a fraction of a second. The wall next to us glitt flapping upwards. A steel fodder hatch opened a raw, bloody piece of meat from the size of a dog has been taken carelessly into the Cell thrown and clapped wet on the stone floor. The consortium tested him. You wanted to see if the new sedative – whether I – could stop his blood rush when he was asked for food.

High Father, we are listening to your report on the latest human experiment called the Andromeda Project, which lasted 13 days. - Intergalactic Council, you are aware that we have changed the standard chronology of events in human history to see how this may affect the final outcome of the experiment. Each of the participants did not realize that he was in a simulation of reality on the planet 3X in the constellation Andromeda and that he lives in the 41st century of the birth of Christ. The last experiment went as expected, and all the previously taken into account features of people appeared in the relationship between them exactly as we wanted, changing various variables that affect the b

But it penetrated that person's cavernous gaze ,who was still standing at a far distance from her, but now his feets had started making their way on their own towards her, towards his insanity's sanity. Inessa , who had her eyes closed by now felt a gloomy silence to wash over her entire surrounding ,as people who were whispering murmuring talking had became completely quiet, like her entire surrounding got deprived of every sensation and movement and the only thing which could be heard was a loud and thudding sound of shoes tackling on the wooden floor, which started getting more closer to her.