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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 5, 2012 16:14:30 GMT
Rebecca didn't evn hear the doctor use her last name, to busy clawing and biting the chasers. A growl left her throat as she sunk her teeth into Vaudier, twisting her head sharply to the side, attempting to rip off part off his arm. She only succeeded in making the gash bigger before she let go, having forgotten Willian was there.
Rebecca's eye widened as she listened to the doctor, not believing him until he said her name aloud. She screamed loudly, enfuriated by his taunting as she lunged again. She found herself grabbed by both the chasers, the wretched straight jacket back and a muzzle over her face. She screamed again through her clenched teeth, unable to open her mouth. Her eye screamed murder as she stared at the doctor, wondering what other questions she had anwered, or what else she had stupidly told him. Comfy was one of the last feelings currently in her, and all three most likely knew it.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 5, 2012 19:06:39 GMT
"You poor girl. I know all about you now" he lied smoothly, smirking with pride and hatred. The poor girl didnt' know what was coming. "Vaudier, Willian, take her to The Cell now. She's done enough damage to the both of you to deserve that just punishment, yes?"
The chasers nodded and made to leave, when again he had second thoughts. It appeared Doctor Bramsfield was hesitant to utilize the same punishment he had forced his own wife into. He grabbed her leash himself and harshly jerked her forward, watching her trip over the manacles around her ankles. "Will I have to drag you, then? Come now, you crazy bitch. You can walk in those things." He said, having one of the chasers help her stand. "It's time to return to Lymer's lab."
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 5, 2012 22:45:58 GMT
Rebecca widened her eye as the doctor claimed to know everything about her. She wondered if he truly knew everything about her, such as her family and past. She knew she should of done something, anything, to get out of the doctor's room, and now she regretted not doing anything. Rebecca looked confused as they mentioned 'The Cell', not knowing what it was as it was only her second day. At the mention of the damage she had caused, she looked over at Vaudier's bleeding arm with a smug expression on her face.
Her gaze was broke suddenly as she was yanked forward, landing on her stomach in front of the doctor, an accidental cry of pain sounding in her throat at the awkward and painful position. She attempted to growl at the men, stumbling slightly as she yanked himself out his grip, staring up at the doctor as he mentioned the lab, before kicking off again. She screamed through her teeth again, managing to make out distorted versions of 'no' and 'I'll kill you!' She twisted and writhed in her bounds, pulling back on the leash that linked her to the doctor. She was still in so much pain from last night's leeching, she certainly did not want to go through it again.
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Post by Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield on Aug 6, 2012 0:41:03 GMT
"Oh yes, you sorry brat" he spat, "But count your lucky stars, my dear, as I'm only escorting you there. Lymer is far less careful with his leeching, though." He laughed, dragging her along with the help of Willian and Vaudier shoving her forward. He led the procession to the leeching laboratory, where he asisted in strapping her down again, and then stood back. "Now. You can be a good little girl and behave, or get twice the leeches" he said seriously, eyeing up Lymer as he stepped over.
"Good luck..." he waved her off and left the laboratory
((I'm done here but you can post one final reply if you wish :3))
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Post by Rabid Rebecca on Aug 6, 2012 0:56:30 GMT
Rebecca could only shake her head slowly as the doctor spoke, remembering the eagerness of Doctor Lymer before the doctor before her had sent him away. She only struggled slightly at first as they dragged her away. She gradually fell limp, dragging her stocking clothed feet under the weight of the manacles, ducking her head so her hair covered most of her face. Too soon for her liking, they had reached the lab, wincing and hesitating now with every step closer. Her eye filled with tears as the doctor tied her up, but her pride refused them to fall, meeting the doctor's gaze, raising her head defiantly, trying to tell him she would still fight for her freedom.
As the heavy door banged shut, she looked across at Lymer, mentally preparing herself for the pain that was definite to come.
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