Melpomene (inspiredvoice) wrote in metem_log, @ 2013-06-25 00:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !event11, apollo, melpomene |
Characters: Melpomene and her rescuer, plus lots of illusionary npcs
Date/Time: June 23rdish
Location: Faerie
Rating: R
Warnings: Lots of really bad things probably. Violence, possibly sexual molestation/assault, torture.
Summary: Melpomene's illusion is she never left the mental institution, times ten.
Her body jumped and spasmed wildly, held back only by the restrains across her body. The leather bit in her mouth was the only thing that kept her from biting off her own tongue as the electrical currents raced through her body, causing all her nerves to fire and misfire over and over again.
When it stopped, the smell of burnt hair was evident. The doctor took the bit from her mouth and looked down at her clinically. "Melody? Are you with me?"
Her eyes rolled from the back of her head to stare up at the face above her. She licked her dry, dry lips. She felt hurt and on fire all over. No numbness. She almost longed for the drugs that would make her zone out. "Stop...calling me...Melody."
"It's your name, Melody," he repeated. "Say it back to me."
"Fuck...you..."
The doctor let out a sigh and shook his head. He looked to the attending nurse and acted like his victimpatient wasn't even there suddenly. "No progress. I'd give her another round, but I don't see it doing any good. We'll take a look at her meds and see if we can change her dosage around a bit more."
The nurse nodded and then proceeded to push the gurney Mel was bound to out of the room. Mel tested her bonds as the repetitive florescent lights passed overhead. They were holding, unfortunately. They didn't give her any leeway.
Eventually, the nurse was joined by two burly male nurses, one had a syringe that he passed to the woman. "Don't you fucking do it," she warned.
"Hold her down," the female nurse instructed. And one of the men pinned down just Mel's arm, the other went for her head and shoulders. Immediately, Mel thrashed hard, and it was obvious why it took two big men to keep her still. She might have been small, but she was relentless. She made them work for every moment. And then the needle was in her arm, and thick, awful fluids pumped into her veins.
She kept struggling, but it just helped the meds pump through her system faster. Sooner rather than later, she began to lose her strength. When they felt it was safe to do so, the nurses let her go. She was unbound and carried into her small, cell-like room. They laid her on the bed and left, locking the door behind her.
Drugged and disoriented, she lay there, staring at the ceiling.
"My name...my name is Melpomene..."