Conflicting reactions
Added 2020-06-28 15:45:22 +0000 UTCFull of anticipation, he opened the basement door. She was awake! As he had left her, she still had been out from the chloroform, slumped, only held up right by the stocks.
But now she was standing in them, wide awake and definitely not happy to see him, a mixture of fury and fear in her wide, blue eyes.
"Who- who are you?! What IS this? Where are my clothes? Don't LOOK at me, you pervert!"
She started to wrestle in the contraption, trying to pull her arms and legs free, and for a while he stood back, enjoying the show.
"Dammit! Get-me-out-of this! What... wait! Stay away from me!"
Grinning from ear to ear he approached her.
"Get me out, stay away: you really need to get your piorities in order, lady! What's it gonna be? Oh wait, I'll tell you what: neither. It's going to be: neither!"
Standing right in front of her now, he reached out and stroke her head. She tried to pull away, but couldn't, and he continued to play with her hair, untill at last, she just stood there, glaring at him while he twirled her blond locks.
"Look, if it's money you want, I- oh STOP IT!"
Another irritated jerk of the head. He laughed, and let go.
"No, I don't want money. In fact, we are going to do a little experiment, you and I, and after that, I'll just set you free again. You will leave this place just the way you came though, unconcious. But in good health."
"Experiment? What kind of experiment? Is...is it going to hurt?"
For the first time, he heard some genuine fear leaking into her voice. He took a look at his watch.
"No, I wouldn't say that. No pain. But other physical sensations: yes! Definitely!"
