The air is cold and it clings to her skin, causing her to shiver in the damp darkness. As her senses report back to her she begins to feel panic growing in her stomach. Her fingers skim the stainless steel tabletop she lies on, drawing back at the temperature. The room is dark, she can't see anything at the moment, but she can move. Her hands are free and she is not bound to the table. Dumb move, she mentally informs Dr. Fell. Obviously, the drug wasn't supposed to wear off so quickly. She manages a sitting position, ignoring the pain that throbs in her temples. Bringing her legs over the edge she prepares to drop from the table. She lands with a yelp of pain as she finds out that feeling in her legs is not the same as those legs being able to support her. She is sitting crumpled on the floor as the lights come up suddenly.
Dr. Alexandra Fell stands in the doorway, wagging a manicured finger at her loose captive. She steps to her, watching with barely hidden amusement as Emily tries to crawl away. She catches the woman's arm and hauls her roughly to her feet.
"Where do you think you're going? Trying to ruin all my fun?" she sighs and looks at the spot of blood on Emily's arm. She pokes at it, causing her captive to wince. "And now you've gone and torn out the IV as well. Tut, tut." she slaps Emily across the face, earning a growl from the second captive in the corner. She grins past Emily's shoulders meeting the burning eyes above the tan mask.
"Don't approve of that do you?" she laughs and slaps Emily again. Emily is prepared and lets her head go with the blow, easing it slightly. Fell is smiling as Emily manages to bring her free hand up, balled into a fist, connecting solidly with the side of her captors head. In response she is slammed back against the table and slapped again. She can hear his words in her head, and see the envision the smile that is hidden behind the mask she can see he wears.
That's my girl.
Yeah. But unfortunately Fell doesn't agree. Emily's breath leaves in a rush as she is punched in the solar plexus, doubling over against her tormentor. Dr. Fell is grinning savagely as she grabs Emily to push her back on the table. Emily lays curled in the fetal position on the cold stainless steel.
"That," Fell informs her, leaning close to her face, "Was rude." she steps away from the table, taking a roll of duct tape that sits incongruously on the try of surgical instruments. She is humming as she pulls a long strip, tearing it off with her teeth. Slipping the roll on her wrist as she would a bangle, she reaches to roll Emily onto her back. She secures the right hand with the strip of tape. She keeps her eye on the free arm as she begins to tear the next strip. Emily is in no hurry to try and attack her again, not after that last punch. She tries to pull her left arm away as Fell reaches across the table. The grip on her wrist makes her wince as it is captured.
"Behave." she commands, securing the left wrist to the table. A few more strips on the wrists, making sure they are tight and that she will not be escaping. A longer piece this time, and Emily strains her head as she watches it be placed across her abdomen. The tape sticks to bare skin and it dawns on Emily as to why she's so cold. She has been stripped of her clothing, wearing only a pair of panties. Great, the thought is totally irrelevant as it surfaces in her brain, I'm naked. Even in theses most dire circumstances she cannot stifle a small giggle. Part of her finds it highly amusing that she just tried to beat up a woman while undressed, in front of her husband no less. The giggle is hushed and the thought flees after a look from Alexandra Fell.
"Something funny?" The rip of the tape as she measures out another strip, preparing to secure the ankles. "I hope not, because that will make the experience all the more painful for you."
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