The steel door of Joplin's room unlocked and a doctor walked inside. "Breeding Female J-01. Please follow me. Today's the day you get to meet your mate." The Doctor had been the one dealing with the nightmarish amount of paperwork following the last two-hundred "mates" that Joplin had broken and beaten. To Joplin, this egghead couldn't care less if she liked her mate. He'd have rather had her be taken by those repugnant savages who thought only with one head, and it wasn't the one attached to their neck.
"If he's like the rest, no dice. I'll break him like the rest of them." Said Joplin, rolling her eyes. She hated this sterile white prison cell they call her room, but still she follows the egghead. They walk for a bit before arriving at another door. As the door unlocked, the doctor smiled at her. "He'll be far more receptive to you. Head inside." Joplin cracked her knuckles and walked into the room, ready to put some horny moron in his place. However, as the door slammed shut and bolt-locked behind her, she caught a glimpse of him. The tanned and tall man was leaning against the wall nearest to his bed with his arms crossed. Joplin's sunset-orange colored eyes lit up a bit. He was muscular, seemingly mannered as he had the decency to be clothed when she came in.
The man smiled and motioned for her to take a seat on his made bed. "Come, take a seat." He said, but his offer was quickly shut down by Joplin's defensiveness. "Nope", she said laughing, "I'm not sure what they told you, but I make it a point to... "remove"... ill-mannered animals. Keep that in mind, otherwise you and that "little guy" of yours will be carted out of here nearly in a body bag." Joplin kept her distance, but leaned on the wall in front of him. The man chuckled, amused by Joplin, "Aggressive is not the word I would use to describe myself, sweetheart." Joplin raised her eyebrow, "Then how would you describe yourself?"
The man smiled, "Dominant, confident, strong, and assertive... take your pick." Joplin rolled her eyes. "Shimmy any closer to me, and I'll snap that "appendage" off you." The man raised his hands in surrender and stepped back, but still holding a smudge smirk on his face. "Feisty... You have quite the fire in you, doll face... I like it." Joplin scoffed, "Yeah, kidnap a midwesterner and you'll find out just how... "antisocial"... we can be." The man's smile widened, "A Midwesterner, huh? That definitely explains that attitude of yours. Feisty and fiery, just like a little tornado, ain't ya?" Joplin was caught off guard by that compliment. Regaining her composure, she smirked at him. "Oh yeah... and unless you're itching to see where I got my name... cool it with the nicknames."
The man grins, clearly enjoying Joplin's sass. "Alright, alright, no more nicknames. Can't promise I'll stop riling you up, though. You're just too damn cute when you're all fiery and mad..." Joplin snapped a stream of words she didn't mean to say, "Y'all breeding males are all the same. Pushy, arrogant, and only think with your dicks... I'M NOT A QUICKIE FOR YOU! GOT IT!?" The man's expression shifted slightly. "Whoa, darlin'. I don't know what the others are like... but I'm not like that. Just cuz I'm cocky and confident, doesn't mean I don't care about what you want." Joplin wanted to apologize but couldn't. The man's words cut through her defenses, making her relax a bit. Seeing her relax made the man smile, "Ain't no one in here like me, sweetheart. I can promise you that." He leaned against the wall, studying Joplin's face.
Looking up at him, Joplin thought for a moment before speaking again. "Texas? Your accent screams southern, but that confidence of yours... spells out Texas." The man smiled, "Sharp as a tack, ain't ya? Yep, I'm a Texas boy, born and raised darlin'." Joplin couldn't help but laugh. Out of all the morons the eggheads had tried for her, they finally tried a Texan. "Well, Tex, you gotta name?" She asked, actually curious. "Sure do," started the man, "name's Jax, ma'am. Now, you gotta name attached to that sassy ass of yours?" Joplin nodded with a warm smile, "I was... "fittingly"... name with that sass of mine you seem to love so much, cowboy. I'm Joplin."
Jax repeats her name, "Joplin... I see… the city in Missouri. You from there darlin'?" Joplin nods back, "Yep! Not forgetting the EF-5 tornado..." Jax watched and listened as Joplin dumped the lore of Joplin tornado on Jax, all capped off with her radiant smile. Jax laughed, "Well damn... Talk about a fitting name, doll face. Not just any tornado either... but the infamous one most of y'all Midwesterners remember. You sure are something, huh? You seem to know a lot about that twister... Are you... into history?" Joplin rubbed the back of her neck nervously, finally well surpassing the time she'd spent with any other breeding males. "Well... I used to storm chase..." She replied shyly. Jax, raised his eyebrows intrigued. "You storm chased, huh? That's pretty damn badass if you ask me. You ain't scared a little bit of Mother Nature throwing a temper tantrum??"
Joplin laughed, "Hell no! If I was, I'd be just like one of these damn eggheads in here. Mother Nature can kiss my ass, Jax. I ain't scared of her." As she laughed more, she'd subconsciously moved closer to him. As they kept talking, Jax and Joplin seemed to bond very well. At some point, Joplin even got a bit flirty with Jax... which resulted in, movement's Joplin couldn't read. Jax had managed to pin her against the wall. Joplin's eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed red blushing hard, as the tall, charismatic Texan had her pinned to the wall. He was easily six-foot-two and towered above her five-foot-four stature. Nobody had gotten Joplin silently flustered like this, not one in this sterile-white prison. Jax smirked, looking down at her. "Silence is fitting for those rosey-red, flustered peach-colored cheeks of yours." His voice dripped with confidence, and she couldn't get her heart to stop racing...