Walt remained standing until he heard the huffing of the "boss" returning from his freak show performance. How long did he sit there just tossing paper away? Walt did not have to go up to the auditorium. He heard everything quite clearly from the vents. As the boss entered, Walt spoke immediately, "I am so proud that you believe that I am going to mix up extra drugs. How exactly do you plan on providing me with the materials needed?"

The boss slammed the door, "What do I keep telling you. Put what you need on the list." He coughed roughly for a few moments, "For a so-called-genius, you really are stupid." He watched how much that hit Walt. "Resources, no matter what they may be get placed on the list. I give the list over to her. I get a delivery every month. It is that simple yet your pea-headed brain doesn't reach that far, does it?" He sat down at the desk to grab his special vial of tears. "Go away. I have some sweet candy arriving soon. I want to be ready for them."

As soon as he said that, two women were brought in led by two of his fledglings. The fledglings were sent on these tasks to prove their worth before being known as official Tears. The two females being led resigned to their fate. They were starved, dirty, and ready to give in to whatever happened. The boss inspected them briefly. He told them both to strip off their clothes. They obeyed without hesitation. "Yes, that's good girls." The boss squeezed hardened nipples roughly. The two girls made no objections. This is what he needed, submissive little sluts. "Here, have a little treat." He pulled one girl's hair back before placing drops of tears into each eye. "Now, I want you both to go get ready for me. Make out with each other in that corner." He pointed then smiled as both girls did as they were told.

Walt looked disgusted, "You are a filthy pig." He glanced at the girls, "They deserve to be treated better." He knew exactly what the boss was going to do to those females. If they survived, the rest of their days would be this. "I have a new drug for you to try out. Since you already have tears in your system, you will have to wait." He went toward the door. "If I decide to stay."

The boss ignored what Walt had to say. He was too busy stroking his penis, which sober and intelligent women would laugh at. One of the other negative side effects of drug use is shrinkage. However, these girls wouldn't even notice because other toys would be implemented. As much stress the boss was feeling, this session would last for hours. That is, if they survived.

Walt went into the lab then shouted, "Everyone out!" The assistants said nothing as they left. This lab had been his home for a few years. This was one of the toughest decisions he ever made. All he needed was some fertilizer, which he had plenty of. It did not take him long to spread it all over. All of the recipes he had been working on that were written down would be used as kindling. The boss really was an idiot. There was no more disrespect from him. He went to the fire barrel, got a flame onto one of the papers, then placed it down onto the fertilizer. A single tear ran down his face while he watched the building inferno. He strolled out of the building with a slow pace. He was going to leave this hell hole with some amount of dignity intact.

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Smoke billowed through the halls. Since all the members had cleared the building, the only people inside were the boss with his two little playmates. Walt fought the urge to look back to see if the three made it out alive. At this point, it didn't matter. There would be a price on his head once the news spread that he started the fire. There was only one place that he could go now. It was not a far distance to travel but the cold slowed his steps down. After getting far enough away from the disaster he caused, Walt became drowsy. He forced himself to keep walking but cursed himself for not grabbing extra clothing. He had three streets to travel through that were now filled with the Tears' members. This was not a big issue since they were on the hunt for other people. The issue would be if they would remember spotting him. So far, he had avoided a couple of the members but they were too busy having sex right in the open air. There was another member at a street corner trying to recruit a young guy.

The building he searched for was quite tall in the midst of the rubble. It towered over the landscape as the last sky scraper. The higher floors had disintegrated but ten floors still remained. No one entered that building without invitation, unless they had a death wish. Walt counted himself lucky that he had permission whenever the need called for it. A single man stood watch by the door armed with several types of blades giving Walt a single glance before he stepped aside. The doorman spoke, "She is not in the best mood right now."

Walt went up two flights of stairs. This was her floor. The others were not used for much besides a collection of boxes filled with god knew what. He opened the door, took a right to the end of the hall. The door was locked, so he knocked three times. It was his signal knock. There was some shuffling, something being knocked over, then the click of the lock turning. When the door opened, a tall female appeared. She wore a beautiful red gown that was made for someone two sizes larger. Her brown hair was pulled back tightly in a bun. She open the door wider to allow Walt to enter.

Stepping inside, Walt saw a small table that got knocked over with the half-emptied bottle of alcohol laid on the floor. Great, she was half-drunk. This conversation was not going to be fun. "Hello, Mother."