Tied & Shocked — A Spectre Livestream EP. 1 ( for Thurman )

[Monsy]

Spectre turned the camera a few degrees with a nudge from an outstretched hand to capture Dot's penance.

She turned to face her lieutenant, hip against the mobile cart, no laptop in the way, and gave Dot the full attention that she earned.

A bow. This was correct.

Proper. And Spectre? Postured tall, chin straight and eyes down. Shoulders forward, arms down. Not only did she nooooot respond to that slew of praise that stroked her brain wrinkles, but instead raised a brow as if to judge. Under the mask was the faintest smirk. She could get used to that sort of reverence in many ways. And she forgot what exactly pinched her a few moments ago.

"Proceed." Said Spectre, then turned around and returned to the last few fixtures to monitor the chair, making sure all parts ran smooth as they could given this dinky setup. Dot's show ran overtime to ready the drugs. All at once? Now that was something Spectre wasn't sure about. Sometimes the greatest source of smiles for her was exactly this point. Needle in the neck, power-switch handle-gripped, an answer in one simple flicker of will and the dice shall roll. Seeing Audrey's chest start to noticeably PUFF-PUFF-PUFF, the Virus shared a sense of pride for the move that got Audrey all worked up.

Only when prompted did she push off into a single long stride. "WHAT do we want?" Spectre put herself directly in Audrey's lap, then reached to grab her chin to look into those eyes. Her finger tapped just under the eye. "This." Before she leaned in to Audrey's ear, hand coming up to shadow's Dot's own, gently clasping the syringe with a thumb circling the plunger. "And since you want to play with what's not yours, I'd say it's you that abandoned reason." Whispered Spectre, giving a glance to Dot before together they'd fully inject her through a neck vein. Spectre again turned Audrey's head to lock eyes with her as they did it, unflinching, if not slightly warmed red across her cheekbones.

Then she got up, facing the camera and shrugged. "This arrogant little minx has declared us senseless. That we can't execute. She thinks us lowly and primitive. And that she is so much better than us that she could single-handedly satisfy both our appetites while tied to an electric chair." Grabbing the cart with the camera, she wheeled it forward and put in-front of Audrey. "Does this look like the face of a provider?" A few seconds marinated the question, then Spectre finished, "No." Her hand outstretched, hooking on the ring of Audrey's top, then pulling on it with a hooked index finger. "But she does have the bod."

Her glance at Dot just begged the extra sentence: That you're sooooo hypnotized by apparently.

"So what should be provided first, you think? Top? Or bottom."