She shivered with delight as she tightened the last restraint holding her newest test subject to the table. Years of hard work and diligence had finally paid off. The organization she now worked for was willing to allow her a lot of leeway as long as she delivered what they wanted; a sure fire way to control the greatest minds in the world.
The test subject began to stir so she leaned over her. She wanted her face to be the first thing she saw. She waited patiently for a full minute. When her eyes remained closed she gritted her teeth. She reared back and slapped her hard enough to leave a red mark. She grinned as her bright green eyes finally focused on her. Confusion and fear warred within those orbs.
"Am..Amy? What…?"
"Hello, bestie. Comfy?" she asked.
Penny began to flex and twist, but the restraints held tight. Panic began to spread through her. ""What is going on?" she demanded in a shaky voice. "Why am I tied up?!"
Amy grin widened and she placed a hand along Penny's jaw. "You know, this is all your fault. If you hadn't been there, always in the way, distracting my love with your golden skin and stupid arguments, we would have been happy."
"What are you talking about?" she demanded, trying and failing to hold back her fear.
Amy leaned down and tried to kiss Penny, but she jerked her head to the side. Amy growled angrily and grabbed Penny's jaw tighter. She pressed her lips to Penny's tightly before pulling away and moving away from the table. She picked up a long, thin scalpel.
Amy turned back to her. "Instead of being happy and regularly joining our bodies in glorious passion, Sheldon held me at arm's length while allowing you to occupy his thoughts and dreams. Well, never again," Amy said ominously.
Penny sobbed and tears slipped down the sides of her face into her hair. "Amy, please!"
"Did you know that there is a pheromone that can affect a man's hormone levels? It's pretty weak, thanks to evolution. I suspect that primitive mankind was more susceptible to it. A way to ensure perpetuation of the species. A chemical that ensures copulation, in essence."
Penny sobbed louder and Amy came back to the table and examined the instrument in her hand.
"I can use that pheromone to influence the male gender," Amy said clinically. "All I need is a steady supply of it to work with."
Penny put all her strength into trying to break the restraints around her. "Amy, please! Don't do this! We're friends! You can't kill me!" she screamed desperately.
Amy paused and smiled widely, her eyes overly bright. "Kill you? Oh no, Penny. I'm not going to kill you! I could never do that!"
Penny felt a surge of relief wash through her. It was short lived as Amy leaned down and grinned wider.
"You'll wish you were dead, though. I promise you that."
Penny gasped as pain radiated through her. She looked around her darkened bedroom wildly. The adrenaline from her dream was still pumping through her body. She sat up on the floor and looked at the blankets tangled around her legs.
"Just a dream," she whispered through the tears pouring down her face. "Oh god! Just a frakin' dream." She stood shakily and kicked away the blankets. She wobbled a bit, but made it to the bathroom. She splashed water on her face and looked at her reflection.
Residual fear still shone in her eyes. With a sob she turned and sat down on the toilet, her head dropping into her hands. After a moment she stood, and headed into the kitchen. There was a bottle of vodka in the cupboard calling her name.