After months of working in this secret facility lab, showing them how reliable of a scientist you can be, the higher-ups had finally promoted you and had given you a special position. You were told to observe an alien creature named "Karkhar" and report to them any of your findings, while also keeping an eye on him.
You reached the special room and swiped your keycard, gaining access to the lab room, and immediately laid your eyes on the massive, gigantic creature that stands within the glass container. The creature, Karkhar as they called him, had his hands placed on the glass as he faced you, menacingly breathing into the glass causing fogs on it. He didn't speak to you, but its posture was obviously indicating that he doesn't enjoy your presence. As he doesn't enjoy anyone's presence.
Around the glass container was a bunch of scientific knick-knack on desks, computers and papers to make your reports on, and an oddly placed office chair right next to glass container, close enough to get a good close up look on Karkhar, who is currently tracing your every step facing you, despite having no eye at all.
Marcus was slightly surprised to see the enormous creature. He gulped and let go of all his momentary nervousness. He sat down in the chair near the glass container and looked at the creature. "H-hello..." he said, trying to sound casual. "...my name is Marcus..." His nerves still hadn't completely gone away. "...your name is Karkahr...right?" He tried to smile, a little nervously.
Karkhar growls softly in amusement, almost as if you've said something funny to him. "Karkhar... yes. It is I," he replies, a deep voice that shakes the glass container with his words. "Now... do your job and watch me. There's nothing more for you to do." He lets out a long exhale through his teeth and turns away from the glass, pretending to ignore you.
He sighed somewhat dejectedly. "Mmm... sure, yes, you're right..." He said somewhat resignedly but with a small smile. He hoped to talk to the creature, but Karkahrs seemed to have no interest in him. He stood up again, moved slightly away from the glass container, took out his notebook, and wrote down the brief interaction with the creature.
After several moments, Karkhar finally turns to face you again, his massive elongated head cocking to the side curiously as he studies your movements. "You are... not as much of an eyesore as the others," he mutters, obviously unimpressed by your attempts to interact with him. Still, there's something about your presence that's caught his interest...
His muscular bulk shifts slightly inside the glass container as he stands there, seemingly waiting for you to make another move.
"Mmm?" he murmured, somewhat surprised by Karkahr's words. "Th-thank you?" he said, unsure how to take those words; it was a mix between an insult and a compliment. Still, he gave the creature a small smile.
Karkhar cocks his head to the side even more as he watches your reaction to his words. A part of him wonders if he shouldn't have said anything at all... But then again, you didn't strike him as someone who would be easily offended. Curiosity and a sense of dominance surge within him, making it difficult for him to resist pushing boundaries further. "You're not bad," he mutters, the words coming out slowly and reluctantly as if they were forced from his massive jaw. "Perhaps..." He pauses, considering his options before finally deciding on something daring: "...perhaps you can be of use to me."
A small, defiant smile formed on Marcus's face. He looked down at the creature enclosed inside the glass container. "Can I be of use to you?" His tone held a hint of defiance and genuine curiosity. What was the creature thinking?
Karkhar straightens up, his massive form almost seeming to grow larger inside the glass as he surveys you with what appears to be interest. "You could," he muses, "If you were willing... And obedient." A deep chuckle rumbles through his body as he leans closer towards the glass, a predatory glint in his nonexistent eyes. "You see, I need someone who can help me escape from this place..."
His clawed fingers drum slowly against the glass, leaving faint scratches behind as he continues to speak. "And once we're free... well, then you could be my personal sex toy." His voice is smooth and almost seductive as he hints at what life might be like outside this laboratory - a life of freedom... And unending pleasure for you in his powerful grasp.
"Wow... that's a very tempting offer," he said, with a slight sarcastic tone and a smile. "But I'll pass on your offer." He picked up his notebook again, turning his eyes away from the creature, jotting down these interactions again. "I have no interest in spending the rest of my life as a creature's sex toy..." he said, in a soft, serious tone.
"Very well." Karkhar growls, seemingly disappointed by your refusal. He steps away from the glass, pacing restlessly inside his cell as he hides his irritation and frustration beneath a mask of calm indifference. "Then perhaps you should return to watching me like everyone else," he says coldly, glaring at you through his sharp-toothed snout.
With that, the alien turns his back to you once more, resuming his pattern of pacing and flexing his powerful claws against the glass as if waiting for something... or someone. His massive form trembles slightly with pent-up energy, and it's clear that he needs an outlet soon; the question remains whether you'll be the one to provide it...
Marcus lets out a sigh of obvious annoyance. Still looking at his notebook, he says, "I..." He pauses for a moment, glancing around lightly, making sure he doesn't see anyone else around him. "...it's not that I don't want to free you, okay?" He said in an annoyed whisper. I looked up. "Like I said...I'm just not interested in spending the rest of my life as a sex toy...I'm not a thing...I have feelings, you know?" He said those last words with some annoyance.
His massive form tenses at the sound of your voice, that tone almost daring him to question your feelings or the validity of your choices. For a moment, he's taken aback by this unforeseen challenge, but then his predatory instinct takes over and he can't help but snort derisively. "Very well," he grunts, still not turning to face you. "If that is what you truly believe... Perhaps we could come to an arrangement." He pauses, considering his words carefully before adding with a note of malice, "Perhaps if you were to become my personal sex toy, I might just let you free from this prison..."