@SkiesMadeOfIron --at this point. He could only give her lies for the time being; having planted many ideas in her mind. His machinations were very sinister, clearly. She would heed his every command. He knew how to play her, and how to toy with her. "Miss Richter, welcome back."

@SkiesMadeOfIron Klaus was happy with how this turned out. His experiments usually died upon stage 2, but she had made it past with flying colors. He didn't know of any reward to give her aside from words. Even then, that would happen later. He couldn't give her any form of honest appreciation--

@SkiesMadeOfIron --his drive to watch her in pain. ----- DAYS LATER. ----- This was the 3rd day of experiments. She had some of the worst chemicals injected into her body. Most of the time he was playing music in the laboratory. Now she was waking up again. "Richter?"

@SkiesMadeOfIron --would take joy in the psychological torture he'd give her. He'd fall in love with her again, but he needed to totally trust her. But right now? He couldn't. She had listened to a man of the enemy, as opposed to him; lover for years. That would anger him, and help--

@SkiesMadeOfIron --push herself to the breaking point? A psychological test of his? Perhaps. But he couldn't let her continue like this. So in the kiss, he brought his mechanical arm up to her neck... almost as if to pull her closer. It seemed quite romantic. Until the syringe shot--