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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 4, 2012 1:16:06 GMT
Doctor Bramsfield joined Rebecca and Willian shortly after their arrival in his office, and led the brute and his captive into his bedroom in the back. He cleared his throat as he worked to set up a small mattress on the floor. When finished, he straightened up. "Lay her down, then" he said softly as he turned away "Leave her in her restraints, though. She's too dangerous to be left unchained when my son is just across the room." He gestured to the bassinet in which his two year-old lay sleeping.
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 4, 2012 1:32:40 GMT
Rebecca had let Willian lead her with a lot less struggling, her legs shook under her as she stood still. She gave the doctor curious looks from time to time, most also mixed with suspicion and definitely fatigue. She once again walked with no struggle, yet she internally began to panic as she was led into the bedroom. She curled up on the mattress, looking over at the bassinet which the small child was in. If only she wasn't so dizzy. He seemed like an easy target in this place, except from the father still looming over her with Willian, which only caused her to curl up tighter. She hoped nothing would happen while she was in here, but it did seem odd that the doctor had let her sleep in his room rather than her new cell.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 4, 2012 3:45:54 GMT
"Willian, perhaps you would mind watching Aeodhan in the foyer of my office tonight? I don't trust this woman enough around my son. I will be locked into my room from the outside so she cannot escape in the middle of the night to harm him" He said, adding a bitter stare to Rebecca to prove his point. She was chained up quite tightly in her straight jacket and thus was quite incapacitated, but he still thought she could do some damage. He was kind enough to give her a bed tonight as an act of civility, but she was insane. Gods knew what she could do.
Willian and Bramsfield's head chaser Vaudier wheeled the bassinet carefully from the room and did as told, locking the pair in. Edward went about preparing himself for bed, stripping down and slipping into a new pair of breeches and a nighshirt before turning down his covers. He washed his face in the washbasin and withdrew a pipe from the top drawer of his dresser. "I do hope you don't mind Opium. Perhaps you'll enjoy it. But I need my fix. Yes, my fix." He said, lighting the drug mixed with tobacco and taking a long drag.
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 4, 2012 10:26:23 GMT
Rebecca stayed silent as the doctor conversed with the two chasers, her eye still trained on the bassinet, knowing that once it was out the room, there was no way for her to reach it. She tried to hide a smile as she was called a woman, no one had ever called her that before, so she looked up at the doctor again, only to see his bitter stare. She opened her mouth to ask how old he thought she was, but changed her mind as she remembered the other two men in the room.
As she heard the door lock, she pushed herself up into a sitting position with great difficulty. Her reaction to turning around at that moment was instant, she blushed a dark red and turned her head quickly. Even with her preference in food, she had never seen a man in that state of undress before. She cleared her throat before asking her questions, still facing away. "U-Um...why did you bring me here? And how old do you think I am?" She wasn't sure the exact reason why she sounded civil for once, but blamed it on the dizzy feeling. She only turned around as she heard his voice talking to her, her face curious as he mentioned opium and how it was his fix. "I've heard of it, but never really seen it or people using it..."
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 4, 2012 14:40:58 GMT
"Oh, I'm sorry, and I should answer your questions, then?" He chided with a smirk, taking a few more puffs of the laced tobacco as his eyes fell lidded and he slipped into his bed, feeling the morphine of the opium take its hold over his tired body. He was half glad she saw him naked, and not ashamed a tad. Maybe now she would stay away in fear of his body, though this was a foolish hope.
Remembering the rest of his chores, he quickly hopped from the covers again and stepped over to his dresser where he set his emptied and finished pipe back in its case alongside his pouch of his favoured drug. He picked up a comb and began the tedious task of combing through the coils of ginger hair which fell now to his mid-back. He hummed as he worked and finally set his hair in a loose braid to prevent any more tangles throughout the night. With all his works of vanity for the night complete, he blew out his candle and slipped into bed for the night, confident that all the opium smoke in the room would drug Rebecca into delirium for the night.
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 4, 2012 15:54:51 GMT
Rebecca rolled her eye at his comment, though secretly knew he had a point. What would happen though, if she never answered his questions, would she get this treatment every day, surely she would die soon if that happened. Part of her wanted to answer his questions, but that was the part of her that she had ignored and forgotten when she began this new life. She moved her arms slightly as she attempted to scratch herself for letting these thoughts back in her head, and. a growl emanated from her throat as the straight jacket restrained her.
She instantly flinched back as he stood, yet the sudden movement caused the world to spin once again. She fell on the mattress with her eye closed tight, the smell of the opium invading her senses, not helping her dizziness at all. She opened her eye opened as she never felt the doctor come near here, watching him brushing his hair and moving back to his bed. She curled up again as the room grew dark, the cold finally seeping into her bones. Once she thought he was asleep, she whimpered quietly and rolled over onto her back, her arms beginning to hurt from the restraints.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 4, 2012 19:05:31 GMT
"I can put you in manacles if you behave" came a tired voice from the double bed as he listened to the girl whimper. Her shiftings in the night were keeping the light sleeper awake, and he couldn't explain why. Perhaps it was because she was such a dangerous girl. Rabid, even. He'd rather not risk staying asleep for long, and was glad he never truly slept an entire night through.
He sat up, bare feet hanging over the edge of his bed, and touched down on the floor with a heavy sigh as he knocked at the door to have one of the chasers approach. He stooped down beside the dizzy Rebecca and brushed a bit of hair from her forehead near her bloodied eye patch. He took a deep breath and spoke. "If you don't struggle or try to run or injure me, I'll change your restraints myself and I promise you I am far gentler than our brute Willian here." He said firmly, softly.
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 4, 2012 20:47:15 GMT
"Will they hurt less than this...?" Rebecca asked, the opium now fogging her mind, which made her much less submissive and cooperative. She didn't feel like the restraints were necessary, as she didn't even feel like trying to attack the doctor. Now especcially, he could easily overpower her, even though he was the one who had taken the drug.
Rebecca watched the doctor closely as he moved around the room, watching him with interest as he crouched down beside her. She never made a sound as he brushed away the hair on her forehead, closing her eye and for once truly liking the touch, as no-one had ever been that gentle with her before. "R-Rebecca...Burns, and I promise..." She mumbled, almost half asleep, and not even thinking about what she was saying.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 4, 2012 23:41:12 GMT
He turned her around himself and softly undid the straight jacket, letting it slide free of her. He took her wrists and rubbed them vigorously to get the blood flowing again, patting them strongly to plump up her abused and compressed skin. He grabbed the manacles from Willian and clipped them over her wrists. They were small. Small enough to prevent an inmate from wriggling free should they have broken their thumbs to slide their hands free, but not so small that they would constrict too much.
He patted her head softly, combing back the same pesky piece of hair, and stood up, rustling the air and agitating the smell of opium that had embedded itself in his nightclothes. He gave her a smile--a rare treat indeed--and slid back into bed "Enjoy your sleep, then." He said simply.
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 5, 2012 1:25:09 GMT
As she was undressed, Rebecca made a soft noise of protest as she was exposed again to the doctor. She panicked slightly as her hands were drawn away from her, trying to twist away so she could hide herself. But she kept true to her word, and made no further attempts of escaping, feeling slowly creeping back into her hands at the doctor's ministrations. She looked down at the manacles, before realizing another familiar band around her wrist was gone. Due to the haze currently wrapped around her mind, she couldn't remember them being taken off, or that her scar was being revealed.
A small smile graced her lips as the doctor patted and brushed away her hair, knowing she was acting much more like her child self, though she never received any of the very few gentle touches the doctor had done. In her current state of mind, she actually missed the warm presence beside her, the opium causing her to forget everything - her past, her cuurent location, heck, even her mental illnesses.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 5, 2012 1:43:59 GMT
"Goodnight" was the doctor's final breath before he drifted off into a light but restful sleep. He was ever on edge for anything to happen, because anything really could happen here in the Asylum.
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The next morning he was up early to rouse the inmate. He could hear Aeodhan crying, and Rebecca needed to get out soon. He slipped from his bedroom when Willian let him out and locked the door again so she was secured in his bedroom before tending to his son. When he was finished, he returned to his room and roused the girl with a nudge to her side softly from his foot. "Rise and shine. Time to get back to your cell" he said boredly.
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 5, 2012 2:19:04 GMT
Rebecca slept through the crying of the baby, the opium mostly worn off but still made her feel tired. Her body ached after the leeching, the red marks standing out against the deathly pallor of her skin. After not sleeping for so long, Rebecca was in a deep slumber, only being roused by something nudging her side. She opened her eye, back to her old self it seemed as she growled up at the doctor, grabbing and digging her nails into his leg, intent on not letting him go. "What did you do to me last night...? I only remember the leeching..." She growled out, not even noticing that her top half was nude after the straightjacket had been taken off of her. She especially didn't remember her submissive behaviour, yet noticed a strange smell in the room, which had been one of the reasons for that kind of behaviour.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 5, 2012 3:05:37 GMT
"Merciless bitch" he spat, bringing down a heavy fist to the side of her head, effectively removing the claws from his now bleeding leg. Just as he'd let his guard down the little wretch snapped. The room was still locked from the outside, and so Aeodhan was safe, but now he was in danger, even if her wrists were chained in manacles and her ankles were, too. She would not be able to stand up without assistance and thus could not get him cornered, and for that he was glad.
He side-stepped to avoid her and knocked at the door, to which Both Willian and Vaudier entered to keep the doctor safe.
"Take this sorry little shit back to her cell at once" he commanded.
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 5, 2012 3:28:46 GMT
Rebecca closed her eye and endured the pain of the punch, letting him go and waiting silently, snapping as soon as she felt his guard was down. She got to her knees, tilting herself back onto her feet and knew that was the most she could really move without assistance. She had a risky idea, but if it meant she might get a chance to harm the doctor - she'd take it.
Rebecca tilted back on her feet, trying to lunge and bite before tripping on her manacles, the doctor moving so she hit the hard floor painfully. She looked up as the two new chasers came in, sitting up quickly and trying to slide back, away from them. She narrowed her eye again at the doctor, before focusing her attention on the two large men approaching, baring her teeth and snarling loudly, attempting to think of a way out of her current situation.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 5, 2012 15:43:54 GMT
"Pity, really. She's a docile one when drugged, that Miss Burns." He shrugged, speaking to his chasers, "And now look at her. As feral as that fox we found a month ago." He chuckled at the pitiful display of the chasers scrambling to secure the inmate and also stay unscathed, which seemed to be quite a challenge.
The perfect ploy hit him then. "You know, when you were drugged last night, you answered my questions for me" he said smugly, but not too much so. "How else would I know your name, eh?" He said "Rebecca Burns." He taunted, standing with an air of pride and poise out of harm's way. Soon Vaudier and Willian had the girl secured back in her straight jacket to some degree, although she was merely tied up in it so her manacled arms were useless. Vaudier had been bit, and so they clamped a muzzle over her.
"Comfy now, Miss Burns?"
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