(Author's note: WARNING: Semi-non-con situations, mental unstability, mind games, and kinky sex just for giggles. Not your cuppa tea? Don't read.)

She woke up comfortable. Albeit, she was not in a bed, but the sensation of warm water around her was relaxing. Pausing for a moment, she drowsily contemplated how she may have gotten somewhere so nice, as she foggily remembered falling asleep in her bed. Her bed wasn't nearly as comfortable to wake up in as this. Smiling to herself, she opened her eyes, and the smile fell. She was in what looked like a hotel swimming pool room. No one else was there, and judging from the lack of light, it was late at night.

"Hello?"

No one replied, and she made an attempt to get up from the newly discovered hot tub. She also discovered that she was restrained. Now in a state of panic, she attempted to work her way out of the ropes around her hands and shoulders. They were attached to something beneath the water, preventing her from standing up even though her feet were untied. Wondering how she hadn't noticed the restraints before, she came to the conclusion that she had been drugged and taken from her home. In an attempt to calm her breathing, she took deep breaths, and surveyed her surroundings.

It was a nice hotel, tastefully decorated, with an actual pool on the other end of the room. There were towel racks, and many chairs in the corners, but nothing useful for cutting rope in the room, much less within arm's reach.

"Hello? Please, anyone?"

She breathed out heavily and tried to relax. The situation would have to change sooner or later, either whoever tied her up would come, or someone with a room would decide they wanted to go swimming and see her.

Unfortunately, the second did not happen.

A door opened behind her, and she strained her neck to see who it was, but the figure stayed out of her line of vision.

"Can you get some help? I don't know how I got here and I'm tied up."

She started to panic and move about as the person didn't reply, and the water spilled out over the sides. Her hair was up in a bun, and it was harshly grabbed, and the person forced her head to the side, exposing her neck.

"Molly Hooper, you got my shoes wet."

Staring at her reflection and the murky silhouette behind her, she gasped at the silky voice.

"Jim?"

"Yes, it's me, darling Molls. Aren't hot tubs nice?"

He came around so she could see him, and she looked up, shivering and ripples forming in the water.

He was in a suit. Standing, his knees level to her eyes, she was forced to look up and meet his gaze.

"Jim, what are you doing? Why am I here?"

Instead of responding, he carefully took off his shoes, and laid them neatly by the side of the pool. Looking at her with something unidentifiable in his eyes, he stepped into the hot tub. The water crept up his suit and pants, making them even blacker than before, and the white shirt clung to his chest. Once he was fully seated, like Molly, he smiled.

"Jim..."

"SHUT UP!" He screamed. "All you do is TALK! Aren't you interested in why you're here?"

The look on his face terrified Molly, the end of his tie floating and his hands gripping the sides of the tub in anger. He instantly calmed down, the water becoming still until the only sound that could be heard was Molly's breathing and the tiny splashes it made.

"Yes." She whispered.

"You're here. Because of ME."