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It was half past two in the morning, and Victor Valentine was waiting for her to wake up. 'Her' being the girl he had kidnapped on her way home, sneaking up behind her and injecting a tranquilizer into her neck, she was now passed out on a chair in his lab. More accurately, she was tied to he chair, an old dentists chair he had bought from s friend of his who ran a practice. Her wrists were duct taped to the arm rests, and her legs to the bottom. In the dim light, his dirty blonde hair and the table of various vials and instruments set to his left.