Sorry for the wait, @Tiyasha1234! Sorry, I didn't notice the lemon part, I'll try do a part two soon for that...

"Hold still." The low voice whispered.

The girl was strapped onto a cold metal table by chains wrapping around her skinny ankles and wrists. The girl's alluring red eyes were shut tightly in anguish as her lips scrunched into a frown. Her mid-waist silky ivory locks were un-bound and sprawled across the surface. She screamed- feminine and high, as another needle injected toxins and antidotes into her body. She was practically naked; the pristine cloth haphazardly draped over her figure began slipping from her squirms.

She cracked an eye open to gaze at the perpetrator.

Free De La Hoya.

His eyes were orbs of an abyss- black and impossibly hollow; reflecting no light or life. His soft warm toned hair framed his face, unevenly but beautifully and his normally monotone expression twisted into a smile of satisfaction; fulfilment.

It was scary.

But Shu herself had been there since she was an infant. And even though Free was cruel and sadistic, the previous 'owners,' 'scientists' or whatever they were called were far, far worse.

Free discarded the white coat onto the adjacent chair and approached Shu. Shu quivered from both fear and anticipation. Now that the desired chemicals were in her system, Free would begin his actual "fun."

Free settled directly above Shu, his knees digging into her slim waist, legs straddling her hips. He, unlike her, was still clothed in his mundane outfits. Just the disparity in their attire was degrading- like she was a dog; his dog.

Free sat still, owlishly boring the image of Shu- Laid bare, all pretty and submissive for him. He loved the look in her eyes. Of fear, apprehension, bemused and more, much, much more. All by him; like he was the only person in her world. Like he owned her entire entity. She was stunning, beautiful, blinding. Her dark lashes curtained her scarlet eyes which could devour Free's attention and obsession. Her pale skin; blemished from marks of Free by Free, only him.

Shu, through all her years of enduring this harsh treatment, she could never adjust herself to his gaze. It made her way more vulnerable and sensitive and self-conscious than any other time.

Free loved it.

So before physically initiating his session, it was routine for him to dissect her ethereal form with his eyes- inspect and experiment.

"Well then, let's begin."

It wasn't a question, nor was it a warning.

It never was.

It was routine. The norm. A twisted formality of sorts, to get her wound up.

His smooth fingers encircled around her neck as she gasped from the mere touch of skin- the injection must have had some sensitivity-amplifier and definitely much more. He squeezed, softly then relentlessly, then softly again. Revelling in her gaspa and whines and pleas. Her pleasing voice quenching his need for desire; for emotion.

Shu's face was heavily flushed and her throat dry and raw from the exertion. The strangling Continued for another thirty minutes until her eyes, without her intention, fluttered close. Her moans died and her body went limp beneath Free.

Free also adored her face, serene and exhausted, not just when it was filled with pain and other intense emotions. However, it was faster than usual; she had only lasted 40 minutes and this was only her second session- that was a problem.

He sighed.

He would have to punish her.

Free ran his fingers through her fringe, messy and unruly yet still satisfying for his fingers to slide in. He lovingly caressed her. Oh, he couldn't wait until she awoke.

He gently raised his weight and left the table, leaving her trapped on it. For now, he would just get her some food and water; she couldn't have her fainting or collapsing on her succeeding session or missing her sanction.

Shu really was the perfect specimen for him.

And Shu would be only his.

Then he strided through the doors, ensuring it was closed with his finger-print scan.

Shu gradually opened her eyes, her vision was blurry and muddled. She screamed quietly in frustration and loathing. She hated this. She grabbed a scalpel from her bedside table from anger and impulse and slashed it through the ink which wrote 'PROPERTY OF FREE' in capital, bold letter on her stomach.

It was hopeless, she knew he could just run the ink by the needles elsewhere on her skin. But she had to rebel.

She would escape.

She would not be Free, she would be liberated.