Conor grabbed his daily clipboard, which had already been put together for him for the day. He only had one assignment today- that was either because the facility would be taking it easy on him after yesterday's incident, or because his assignment today was potentially more dangerous than usual. His assignment was in the body wing, room 122. Conor quickly gathered his bag and moved to the room.
Once inside, he found his subject sitting on the provided cot, facing the wall. A large, stocky woman, clad completely in a black robe, with fiery red hair flowing down to her mid-back. The woman turned her head to look over her shoulder, revealing a beautiful, young face. The woman giggled as she turned around. "You must be my slut for the day..." Conor felt his collar tighten out of nervousness, but he kept his air of professionalism about him. "I'm your researcher for today. My name is Conor Slate. You must be Abigail." He said, looking down at his clipboard. Abigail turned around to fully face him. "I go by many names. My children call me Goddess. My enemies refer to me in hushed tones as The Destroyer. But you may call me Abigail." The woman stood to reveal her frightening height. She stood right around 6'8, and also appeared to have quite a bit of both fat and muscle on her. "This program, its run by Jake Blackridge, is it not?" She asked, stepping closer to Conor. Conor felt himself start to sweat a bit, but he managed to regain himself. Her presence was intimidating to say the least. "Yes, Mr. Blackridge is the core sponsor of our program here."
Abigail grinned widely, almost laughing to herself a bit. "Tell "Mr. Blackridge", that once I get out of here, I'm gonna find him, I'm gonna rape him, I'm gonna enslave him, and then, once I've dragged him through his own personal hell... then I'm gonna kill him." Abigail broke into an evil laugh, but Conor did his best to shake it off. He had tests to run!