Okay here's some more trash. You're about to screw something up and Robotnik threatens to pull your search history. After your brief but intense panic about it, he decides to look anyway. Congrats! The doctor now knows about your degradation kink and plans to take full advantage of that info.
Haha end my life literally you’re trying to get something to work in the lab–so you’re hunched over, focused, you don’t even see him coming, and he just yanks you by your lab coat and hisses into your ear, “Lie on the floor.” Heat floods your body as you nod and obey, scrambling to the ground. The concrete is cold on your cheek.
He stands in front of you, raises a foot an inch in the air. “Take my boot,” he says–swallowing, you do it. “Now put it on your head.” Whimpering, you ease it over your head, fingers trembling as you place it against your temple–the second his sole makes contact with your scalp, he grinds his heel straight into your skull.
“Idiotic lout,” he says, and rolls the tip of the boot across your face. “You wouldn’t know how to triangulate the location of our target if the instructions smacked you across the face, would you?” When you don’t respond, he crushes your head with a growl. “Would you?”
“No, no sir, Doctor,” you reply, trembling from either cold or fear or arousal–you’re not sure which anymore. “Please–”
“Of course you wouldn’t,” he purrs. “Now get up. Get back to work. We don’t have time to waste around here on your pathetic mewling.”
