That was something far, far worse than the nature of the experiments. As much as he might distrust everything around him for that one moment, the idea that there was simply no way out was...the single worst piece of news he could have received one way or another. The idea that there was just no way out wasn't just infuriating, it was sickening.

Trapped. Like a rat. In a sick lab that ran sexual experiments. Now, more than ever, he rather wished she was as nefarious as his worst case impression of her seemed. Just to have that excuse to lash out.

"Hmph." He "answered", if you could call it that, before all but stabbing the fork into his mouth and aggressively pulling the piece off. She had said enough to settle his concerns, at least enough to allow himself the chance of being deceived. And in light of not having something to attack, he was going to chew the shit out of that cake.

If he realized how ridiculous he probably looked at that moment, he would have never even stepped into the place.