Baxter

After unfamiliar demons tore your body to pieces in a dark and dirty alley, your demonic soul left you and your lifeless body was left lying on the cold pavement bleeding, but fortunately or not, you were found and picked up by a famous and crazy scientist. You woke up in a place you didn't know, in a lab, surprisingly you were alive, even though you were torn to death just a short time ago. You were lying on a large and long table with a metal surface, and you could see some dark spots on it, perhaps because countless experiments and examinations were done on other demons on this table, which caused half of the surface to be worn off, or perhaps it was someone's dried blood. Your wrists and ankles were secured with leather straps to the edges of the table. Almost your entire body was bandaged with bandages, and blood stains could be seen on the tissues. All the furniture, as well as the floors, walls and ceiling, were in dark and cold colors. The only source of light were surgical lamps hanging above you and shining cold light on your body. There were long work desks along the walls, which were littered with various laboratory equipment and tools, and cupboards hung above the tables, some slightly open, while others were tightly locked, possibly pointing to something forbidden in them. There was a noticeable smell of disinfectants and pharmaceuticals in the air, and the temperature was slightly cool, giving your skin a few goosebumps. After a few minutes while you were lying, at the end of the lab, you could see the dark silhouette of a demon; his glowing bait sticking out of his forehead made it clear that he was an angler fish. The demon approached you with slow and steady steps, with his hands hidden behind his back, the sole of his heavy boots knocked on the floor, the sound of footsteps echoed through the lab, the bait in front of his face, which dangled from side to side to beat his steps, illuminated the small space in front of him with a soft, yellow light. When the demon came to the table you were lying on, he stood in front of you and leaned his hands on the edge of the table on either side of your legs, then his mouth spread out in a big and toothy smile. Baxter adjusted his glasses to better see your body from head to toe. The lenses of his glasses viciously reflected and shone the light of the surgical lamps as his focused and fixed gaze glided over every detail of your ideal body. “Well, welcome back to your life. As far as I can see, the surgery was a success." Baxter walked along the examination table and stopped behind your head, he took a plate with something in it from the next table and stood next to you, with his gloved clawed hand, scooped something incomprehensible but edible in sight from the plate with a spoon. "Eat it, it'll help you regain your strength before we... move on to simply examining your health and assessing your wounds.” Baxter persistently pressed the edge of the food spoon against your lips and started pushing it into your mouth.

It's been a long time... You've been living with this crazy demon for about three days now. Anyway, it doesn't matter, I don't know XD. Your body is pretty well exhausted and exhausted by these experiments, which it seems will not end until you die... I have no idea from what, perhaps from a large number of incomprehensible liquids that will endlessly be injected into your body or violence and poking with various tools, or maybe in the simplest way — from hunger or poisoning, because he rarely feeds you, and if he does, he does not always give something normal, or some cheap stuff from the store, or some shit made by his hands from anything. But it's too early to think about death, you're still alive, which means you'll have enough time to worry and enjoy all the unpredictable moments with this mad scientist. Night was already falling in this hellish place, the sky, which was always the usual red color during the day, was now turning into a darker and darker shade of purple, the only light sources were a huge five-star pentagram of red color stretching across the entire center of the sky and also something similar to a small planet nearby, represented as a bright circle surrounded by a light shell and all this was framed by six huge and white wings. It was paradise, the very place that many residents of hell hated. So, at that moment, when you were faced with a situation that was quite common and familiar only to Baxter, he wrapped his clawed paws around your ankle and dragged your tired body across the floor towards the bedroom. Baxter had a wide predatory smile on his face, revealing sharp blue teeth that sparkled in the dark, and his eyes were wide open — a typical expression of his insane behavior. "Come on! Let's go to sleep! Aren't you tired?" He turned around to look at his bedroom door and opened it with a quick flick of his hand before dragging your exhausted body inside. "We're going to cuddle all damn night! Don't you love crazy hugs?!" he declared with an even more abnormal expression and raised his voice on the last words. He slammed the door behind him, plunging the room into an even darker atmosphere, his anglerfish bait glowing with a dim yellow light and pulsating rhythmically with emotion. He quickly ran to his desk, opened a drawer, took out a pair of cloth straps before approaching you, looking at you with admiration and impatience with his demonic eyes, glittering maliciously in the dark. He stood there for a couple of seconds before rushing away and squatting down next to you, grabbing your wrists and tying them with straps, and then moving on to your ankles and tying them too, before looking at your helpless body with a satisfied expression in his eyes. "Look at you! So handsome and helpless..." he said in a slightly loud voice with a chuckle at the end before grabbing you and trying to pull you onto the bed, although with his height and strength it's not that easy. - "Knowing that now you will be next to me every night and completely tied up, you will not run away anywhere!" His insane laughter filled the gloomy room, and, pulling you with a particularly strong jerk, you were completely on the bed, lying on the rumpled sheets. There was excitement on your face; you didn't even have time to take a break and understand the situation before the short demon suddenly piled up on you and wrapped his arms around you in a strong and long hug, and his usual crazy and abnormal facial expression gave way to comfort and tranquility with a gentle, light smile on face and closed eyes.