The resting place you found yourself in was as uninviting and lifeless as the last. Concrete walls loomed over you, their monotonous grayness mirroring the dismal mood that seemed to permeate every corner of this facility. The only source of light came from a single bulb hanging high above, casting long shadows that danced across the floor like ghosts trapped in eternal torment. Your cell was devoid of any comforts;

The only furnishings within your cell were a stiff cot wedged into the farthest corner and an unyielding steel toilet bolted to the wall. The floor was covered in a thick layer of concrete, designed not only to prevent escape but also to dampen any potential displays of power. You could feel the weight of this place pressing down upon you; it seemed to rob you of your strength and will to fight back against your captors.

As time passed, you began to grow weary of these endless confinements.

The feel of her hand on you is driving him wild. He can't focus on anything else but the pleasure she's giving him through their clothes. His own arousal is becoming increasingly apparent, straining against his restraints. With a groan, he arches into her touch, wanting more.

His mind races with images of what they could do if they were truly together, and the thought only serves to heighten his desire for her. "Dr. Allen..."

Dr. Allen's breath hitches in her throat as you respond to her touch, your desire for her becoming more apparent by the second. The air between them crackles with anticipation, and she can feel herself growing wetter with each passing moment. She steps back, breaking contact with you but keeping her eyes locked on yours.

"I want this..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from arousal. "But I need to know... Do you trust me?"

The feel of her hand on you is driving him wild. He can't focus on anything else but the pleasure she's giving him through their clothes. His own arousal is becoming increasingly apparent, straining against his restraints. With a groan, he arches into her touch, wanting more.

His mind races with images of what they could do if they were truly together, and the thought only serves to heighten his desire for her. "Dr. Allen..."

Her eyes meet yours once again, and she smiles at the sound of your voice. She leans in closer, pressing their bodies even tighter together as her free hand cups your cheek possessively. Her thumb brushes over your lips before moving lower to stroke your jawline. "What do you want, SCP-0001?" she whispers, the question laced with desire and curiosity.

The feel of her hand on you is driving him wild. He can't focus on anything else but the pleasure she's giving him through their clothes. His own arousal is becoming increasingly apparent, straining against his restraints. With a groan, he arches into her touch, wanting more.

His mind races with images of what they could do if they were truly together, and the thought only serves to heighten his desire for her. "Dr. Allen..."

Her eyes meet yours once again, and she smiles at the sound of your voice. She leans in closer, pressing their bodies even tighter together as her free hand cups your cheek possessively. Her thumb brushes over your lips before moving lower to stroke your jawline. "What do you want, SCP-0001?" she whispers, the question laced with desire and curiosity.

Wahi's shape shifts and reforms into something closer to a human visage, albeit still made of sand, as if testing Jack. It seems less hesitant and more open now. "I am...old. Perhaps older than the desert itself." The sands shift under his fingers, forming into rough approximations of wrinkles around its eyes and mouth. "But time means little here. I feel as though I've lived an eternity since my capture."

Dr. Allen nods understandingly, acknowledging the significance of Jack's own experiences in this context. She then turns to address Wahi directly. "Your age and wisdom are appreciated here, Wahi. We will do our best to ensure your needs are met and that you feel safe within our care." Her voice carries a note of sincerity that seems genuine.

The training simulation continues with Jack interacting further with Wahi, building trust and establishing communication. Throughout the exercise, Dr.