Author's Note: This one took an interesting turn as I wrote this. The ending just unlocked another do for me. I think I might try it out, but I am going to have to figure out how I am going to do it. It shouldn't be too hard. I have Allen set up to where I need him to be. The problem is not stretching it out to the end of February. This season is about to cross into the home stretch of breaking Allen. How much more of this can he take? You are going to have to stick around until the end to see. I might try out my idea next week. For now, enjoy this week's key.

Key Nineteen: Examination:

They stripped him naked.

Allen stood against the back wall. He had his hands over his privates. The flashes from the camera nearly blinded him. All but his eyes had no emotion. There was still a little bit still inside of him. Something was different about this session. The angel could picture the hungry looks in their eyes.

I am a living being, not a piece of meat!

"Please move your hands."

Allen dropped his hands by his side. He lifted his chin when more pictures were taken of him. Hints of rage danced in his eyes.

"You are going to want to get hard for today's sessions. Trust me. It will make things easier."

Allen frowned as he started stroking himself. He could picture them drooling. They were getting off on this, weren't they?

"Yes. More."

It started getting up in his hand. His cheeks flushed red. What were they going to do to him now?

"That's good." More flashes from the camera followed.

"Turn to right."

The angel turned to the right. More pictures of his profile. Was this what they were going to do all day? Surely not.

"Turn to the left."

This was getting old. Why were they going through this pretense? They might as well get on with it.

Well… Be careful what you wish for, as they say.

"Go down the hall to Room 18."

Allen lifted his head. "What was that?"

"Go down to Room 18. Go down there now. We will walk you down there." The door slid open across the door. Allen rolled his eyes.

"Fine." He turned and walked out of the room. The angel didn't turn around when he heard footsteps behind him. He felt their eyes on his back. Allen puffed up his cheeks.

This was going to be the last time he would have a bad "attitude".

Allen stood in front of Room 18. The number seemed to look down at him, mocking him. He took a quick glance behind him. The angel sighed. At least he was alone now. Allen shut his eyes. Might as well get on with it. He reached and opened the door.

There wasn't much in this white room. A large bed sat in the back corner. A large silver basin sat on a side table. A large machine sat in the middle of the room. Allen couldn't take his eyes off of the many tubes, wires, and buttons. He shivered as he took a step back.

The intercom crackled to life in the room.

Allen jerked his head upward.

"Wash yourself," Road's voice filled the air. Allen had a confused look on his face.

"What?" he asked.

"Wash yourself. Walk over to that basin and wash yourself." Road's voice sounded sweeter than syrup. Saccharine even. The angel shivered as he looked over at the mahogany side table.

"Go on. Start washing."

"Okay, okay! Geez." Allen walked over to the end table. He looked down into the basin. A thick white cloth was already in the water. Allen's right eye started to twitch. The camera focused on him didn't make it any better. He gulped and reached out for the cloth.

"Get every inch of your body," Road said. Allen shuddered at the cold and her voice in the air. It got worse when he reached his genitals.

"Take your time," Road said. Allen clenched his teeth. He had to do as she said. So he drew in a breath and took his time with his cock.

"Don't forget to get under the foreskin," she said. The angel felt like screaming. He to get that deep clean. She was enjoying this, wasn't she? Allen could see her now. Road was probably sitting back in her chair, licking her lips. The angel thought that he was going to be sick.

He put the cloth back into the basin.

"All done. Happy now?"

"Lay down onto the bed."

Allen walked over to the bed and laid down on his back. He tried not to look for the camera.

"You're going to need to get hard again," Road said. Allen looked down at his genitals. When did it go back to sleep? The angel groaned as he stroked himself again. He tried not to think about Road's eyes on his work. His cheeks were on fire. His cock stood up proud again.

"Perfect," Road said over the intercom. Allen gritted his teeth. What now?

He turned his head when he heard the door opening.

"I'm coming in," a flirty voice said. A head of red hair poked inside the crack of the door. Its owner looked around for a few seconds. The angel had a confused look on his face. Who was that?

She turned her attention to Allen.

"Hello dear," she said. The angel blinked.

"Hello?" he asked.

"No talking!" his mistress shouted over the intercom. Allen drew his mouth closed. The woman looked up at the ceiling.

"Thank you, mistress," she said. "May I take it from here?"

"Of course," Road said.

"Thank you," the redhead said. She bowed her head and walked into the room. She closed the door behind her. Chubby and cute was what described her. However, Allen was not fooled. What was she hiding behind that cheery mask of hers?

"Good afternoon," the woman said. She pulled out a clipboard from behind her back.

"You are Allen Walker," she said. "Am I correct?" He stared at her.

"Answer the question," Road said.

"Yes," the angel answered reluctantly. He shifted in place in a vain attempt to cover himself.

"No, no," the woman said. "Keep still." Allen settled back into place but kept his hands over his genitals. The redhead shook her head.

"No," she said. "Move your hands." Allen reluctantly removed his hands. He didn't know why he was obeying her.

"Very good," she said. The redhead looked over her chart.

"Looks like we're doing the Siren treatment today," she said. Allen's eyes widened. What did that mean? What was she up to now? What was this Siren treatment? The redhead took down some notes. She didn't speak for the longest time. Allen gulped. This woman didn't have to say or do anything. One look and he was to follow all her commands. What did she do to him?

"I haven't done anything to you yet," she said. "And yes, I am in your head." Allen stared at her wide-eyed. The redhead finished up with her notes.

"Now, we can begin," she said. She walked over to the giant machine in the middle of the room. The redhead wheeled it over to the "patient". She studied the veins in Allen's body. He didn't dare to move. The redhead reached out for his right arm. She pulled out an alcohol pad seeming out of nowhere and wiped on the skin. The angel didn't react. He was used to this by now.

"Keep still," the redhead said. "You will feel a tight pinch." She drove the needle straight into his arm. Allen drew in a breath. The point found a vein.

"You look so tense," she said. Allen frowned. Was she joking? Was she blind? Of course he was tense. Did she not understand the hell they were putting him through?

Click.

"This is going to help you relax."

Huh? His heart rate started to slow down. Allen wasn't breathing so heavily. What… What was this? A little smile came across the angel's face.

I feel good.

Allen opened his mouth to speak.

"Shhh." The redhead had her finger to her lips. The patient closed his mouth. She smirked at him.

"Very good," she said. She looked down at his left arm. Hey. What was she going to do? The redhead stuck another needle in his arm. Her hand ran in small circles on his chest.

"Relax. Relax."

The will to resist melted away. This was nice. Who was this lady? She did look kind of hot. Allen's eyes trailed down to her large breasts. They looked like they were about to bust out of her top at any moment. If he weren't bound down, he would…

Wait, why was he thinking like this?

The redhead giggled.

"The aphrodisiac is kicking in. That's good."

Aphrodisiac? No. Not that. Oh…

The redhead slid a snug rubber tube down onto his cock. Allen started screaming in his head. She started to shush him again.

Relax. Relax.

The angel eased himself back into place. This felt nice. This shouldn't be too bad, right? His captor didn't even give him a second.

Click.

Allen lifted his eyes upward. Hm? The angel sucked in a mouthful of air. He buckled under the heavy sucking. Small moans escaped from his lips.

"S-S-Stop," Allen pleaded. That was supposed to come out stronger than it did. "Please?" His voice started to weaken as his moans grew louder. The redhead stood over him with her arms folded across her chest. There was no emotion in her eyes.

Just let it take you.

She was right. The sucking didn't stop or slow down. In fact, it got faster. Allen's brain became scrambled up in this newfound bliss. He almost didn't hear what she was saying.

Almost.

The redhead leaned down into his ear.

"Tell me something, little Allen. Are you familiar with hypnosis?"