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damn it. I don’t need years of research to be botched because you couldn’t control your temper,” the man in the white lab coat yelled at the guard.
    “He fucking bit me.” The guard shoved Heaven back into the cage, his eyes threatening retribution at the first chance available to him. Heaven scooted back, wrapping his arms around his legs. His head started feeling sluggish. When he raised his arm, it looked like he was moving in slow motion.
    “I see it’s working. Good. He needs plenty of rest. I don’t need the stitches tearing or any internal bleeding to start,” the lab coat man said as he continued to write in the chart.
    “What did you do to me?” Heaven screamed, his fingers wrapping around the cold bars.
    “Back off, Hank, and let the sedative take effect. He’ll calm down in a moment.” The lab coat man spoke to the guard.
    The pain in his abdomen was easing. It must be the drugs taking effect. He wasn’t sleepy, just felt a little loopy. What in God’s name had they done to him? Heaven also wondered how the human drugs were working on him. Shifters were immune to human drugs. Just who were these people?
    “You’ll find out.” The guard laughed evilly as he rattled Heaven’s cage, the sound echoing in his ears and down to his very soul. Heaven began to shake, fear riding strong on his back at the millions of possibilities of what they could have done.
    “Is he calm?”
    “Looks dopey to me,” the guard told the white lab coat man.
    “Then bring him here.”

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    Lynn Hagen
    Heaven’s heart raced out of control as the guard punched the keypad and opened the door. “If you bite me, I’m gonna kick the shit out of you regardless to what Doc says.” Heaven’s back hit the bars behind him, but it still wasn’t far enough away. Hank grabbed his arm and pulled him until he was free of the cage. He wanted to run, but whatever they had given him made him feel boneless, and all he could do was comply.
    Hank picked him up like a rag doll and dropped him onto the cold steel table.
    “I told you to be careful with him,” the white lab coat man snapped at Hank, who just shrugged and sneered once again at Heaven.
    “Strap him down,” Dr. Rawling ordered.
    Heaven watched as Hank pulled leather straps from under the table and yanked his right arm out, securing it. He was even less gentle with the other three limbs.
    Heaven yanked but found Hank had done his job well. There was no slack, no extra room for him to slide out of. He lay there exposed to everyone. An internal need to cover his groin made him pull harder at the leather, but it didn’t give. All he could do at this point was close his eyes and pray that whatever they were about to do was painless and nonsexual.
    The white lab coat man started poking and prodding his stomach, Heaven whimpered at the dull pain the action produced. His gut felt like it was on fire all over again. He opened his eyes to see the man studying his incision.
    “Subject is tender as to be expected after major surgery.” The white lab coat man had clicked a recorder on and began to talk through the exam. Heaven kept his eyes closed as the cold hands roamed over him, checking his vitals and poking him in various areas of his body.
    He bucked when the man’s hands touched his penis, pushing it aside and feeling his testicles. He knew it was a nonsexual exam, but Heaven’s Hell
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    his skin still crawled nonetheless. Bile rose to the back of his throat at the unwanted invasion.
    Heaven smashed his eyes closed harder when the man began to prod around his rectum. He could feel a tear slide down the side of his face, and there was nothing he could do about it while being bound.
    It was humiliating lying here being handled like this for all to watch. He tried to make his mind escape to another place, anywhere but here, but the cold hands prevented that. They reminded him of where he was and what was being done to him.
    “He’ll need nutrition soon. Prepare his