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Planetoid
- Joined
- May 5, 2009
The hanging lamps cast long shadows across the black and white checkerboard tiled floor from the assorted beds, tables, machines, and chairs that littered the room. Along the sides of the chamber, engaged Corinthian columns of pale grey marble rose to the ceiling and provided a textural, and slightly chromatic, contrast to the off-white walls. Placed between the pillars, in dark gold Vincentian frames, were large diagrams of human anatomy: the circulatory system in one frame, the brain in another, hands and feet, the digestive track, and many others. Each illustration was complete with muted colours and detailed labelling of the various notable features. Finally, in the center of the room, near a small cart holding an assortment of vicious looking bladed steel implements and a standing lighting array, was an outdated operating table. The table was tilted up to a seventy degree angle, making the unconscious girl bound to it appear to be almost standing in mid-air. Were it not for the heavy leather restraints holding her wrists and ankles to the corners, as well as the broad strap across her midsection, the girl would surely have fell the nearly twelve inches to the hard floor below. As it was though, she laid as still as if in her own bed. The lighting array a few feet away illuminated her in pure white, making her and the table by far the brightest objects in the otherwise dim room.
Vincent approached slowly, dressed in his best formal business attire: a black frock coat and matching trousers, grey vest, white collared shirt, black tie, black leather gloves, polished dress boots, and a polished black walking stick with a smooth round silver topper. He looked the girl over carefully, noting the way her hair fell around her round youthful face. The soft straight golden strands a sharp contrast to the black and white maid outfit. Given her size, even with the height of the operating table, her face was only a little above his. He brought his hand to her neck and pulled back the outfitâs stiff collar. Below it was a one and half inch wide leather collar. He checked the back, making sure it was still locked. He had checked the collar carefully when he got it, but never having used it on anyone prior to that day, Vincent wanted to make sure it lived up to his expectation. He tugged lightly on the D ring at the front and noted how much give it had. The collar was snug, but not enough to choke the girl, he was sure of that. He stepped back and took an antique stethoscope from the nearby cart. He listened to her chest for a minute before putting it back. Vincent had checked her physical condition completely when the two of them first arrived. She had seemed fine. Since then, he was careful to periodically monitor her. The sedative shouldnât have been dangerous, but he was concerned about her going into shock after the abduction. He smiled up at the girl, looking her over again carefully.
He spoke quietly, âWell, you seem to be in good health by all measures. Perhaps I gave you a touch more sedative than was necessary. No matter though, you should be waking up soon enough.â He pulled a silver pocket watch from inside his jacket. On the front was engraved the rod and snake of Asclepius. He checked the time and put it away. âHmm⦠yes, any minute now.â In all honesty, Vincent was glad she had been sleeping so long. He had been initially concerned that she may wake up before he had a chance to change both of their clothes. He always did prefer the Victorian look, and it would have been a shame if she hadnât given him a chance to dress properly for the occasion. He stood back, close enough to study her, but far enough that she could have a good look at him as well. This all would be a lot for her to take in upon waking. He hoped it went well, although he was smart enough to know that this girl would likely not cooperate easily, at least, not at first. He was ready for that though and would do whatever it took.
Vincent approached slowly, dressed in his best formal business attire: a black frock coat and matching trousers, grey vest, white collared shirt, black tie, black leather gloves, polished dress boots, and a polished black walking stick with a smooth round silver topper. He looked the girl over carefully, noting the way her hair fell around her round youthful face. The soft straight golden strands a sharp contrast to the black and white maid outfit. Given her size, even with the height of the operating table, her face was only a little above his. He brought his hand to her neck and pulled back the outfitâs stiff collar. Below it was a one and half inch wide leather collar. He checked the back, making sure it was still locked. He had checked the collar carefully when he got it, but never having used it on anyone prior to that day, Vincent wanted to make sure it lived up to his expectation. He tugged lightly on the D ring at the front and noted how much give it had. The collar was snug, but not enough to choke the girl, he was sure of that. He stepped back and took an antique stethoscope from the nearby cart. He listened to her chest for a minute before putting it back. Vincent had checked her physical condition completely when the two of them first arrived. She had seemed fine. Since then, he was careful to periodically monitor her. The sedative shouldnât have been dangerous, but he was concerned about her going into shock after the abduction. He smiled up at the girl, looking her over again carefully.
He spoke quietly, âWell, you seem to be in good health by all measures. Perhaps I gave you a touch more sedative than was necessary. No matter though, you should be waking up soon enough.â He pulled a silver pocket watch from inside his jacket. On the front was engraved the rod and snake of Asclepius. He checked the time and put it away. âHmm⦠yes, any minute now.â In all honesty, Vincent was glad she had been sleeping so long. He had been initially concerned that she may wake up before he had a chance to change both of their clothes. He always did prefer the Victorian look, and it would have been a shame if she hadnât given him a chance to dress properly for the occasion. He stood back, close enough to study her, but far enough that she could have a good look at him as well. This all would be a lot for her to take in upon waking. He hoped it went well, although he was smart enough to know that this girl would likely not cooperate easily, at least, not at first. He was ready for that though and would do whatever it took.
