Carmella's never been one to be weak. Always does her best to remain on top of situations, in command of her own life as best as she can. It's not that easy, she has her moments like anyone else where she just wants to drown herself in champagne and ignore everything going on around her. But she always picks herself up, dusts herself off.
This just happens to be one of those times where she physically cannot because she's tied to a table, held captive, and this digimon keeps coming and going, leering down at her, green and purple syringes gripped tightly in his fists attracting her attention every time she sees him. "Please," she mumbles through the gag during one of those moments when he's not there, when the fear and the pain aren't warring for domination in her mind. "Please help me... someone..."
Unconsciousness comes and goes, a welcome respite from the reality she finds herself in, but she's awake more than she's not, and she blinks up at the ceiling, hoping time and again that one of the digidestined- or, hell, the whole group- will soon come barreling in, their partner eager for a fight, and make Docmon pay, freeing her and reuniting her with Floramon. It, it's a nice dream as she lay sprawled out on this table, struggling just to breathe through the sheen of tears filling her eyes.
He never uses the syringes on her, though he finds other ways to torture her, and she wonders how Seth survived for so long. Though it's hard for her to know how long it's actually been, time has lost all meaning in these cycles of pain, and then calm, and then more pain.
She hears footsteps and braces herself for another roud of agony when she feels a touch on her arm, muffled words by her ear, and she forces her eyes open, looking up to find... Shinsuke Nakamura kneeling over her, a focused look in his dark eyes as he fumbles with her bonds.
Relief wells up within her, chokes her, and she struggles just to breathe as the ropes bounding her slowly falls away. it's all but temporary when suddenly Shinsuke freezes, looks up at her, and then collapses, sprawling out across her for a moment before sliding the rest of the way to the floor below.
Docmon stands behind him with a dark, vicious look on his face, green syringe in hand. The purple one is embedded in Shinsuke's back.
Carmella sinks back with a pained sigh. As quickly as it'd come, all hope is lost.
