Harbin prowled his white cell, attempting to work off the adrenaline caused by the nice round of ‘studying’ he had been subjected to in the grim operating room that had been his own personal Hell for what had probably been several hours but felt like several days. He had been a damned good boy in that wretched torture chamber, behaving himself so Archangel wouldn’t have reason to get feisty and do more damage than necessary. As much as he wanted to rip all their heads off and piss down their necks, he needed his strength more if he was going to make it through the next two days. Surviving until Hartt came for him and the mark was priority one, but the longer he spent in the white-washed Hell of this facility, the closer he danced to losing his mind and the harder it became to deny the base urges welling up to consume him. The worst of which was the itch to fuck. Being a snow leopard male on the cusp of sexual maturity blew most days, but it was made infinitely worse by the presence of the female.
