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

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Audrey was entirely oblivious to Sepctre's joy as she shocked the ensnared redhead. Her brain had been fried so many times now, it was a wonder she still knew how to breathe; thanks in large part to the fact that doing so didn't really require the brain to think about doing so. Audrey only knew she was still doing it because her lungs burned worse than a chili pepper each time her chest puffed out from the effort.

In addition to processing oxygen, screaming and crying were about the only things Audrey could do now, anyway. None of those things required brainpower. Coincidentally, of course. Another trait they shared was granting her absolutely zero mercy from her captor.

Audrey's entire body tingled constantly, so much so that she may as well have been literally swimming in electricity, for all the difference it would make in noticing the difference between that and her current location. It was everywhere. Electricity in her body. Electricity in the air. It stung her eyes further with each tear that slipped out.

She was screaming again. She could tell because her throat hurt again, sharper than before. She couldn't move either, and she really tried this time! Her heart raced as one more bolt of lightning ground itself in her.

And suddenly it stopped. It was all still there, the static in her brain and in the air all around her, but it wasn't as sharp. Audrey had thought she'd lost most of her feeling anyway, but apparently not... something had happened. The noise sounded different. As if it wasn't coming from the machine anymore. As if it was purely in her mind. Something smelled funny too. Not just like burnt, crispy flesh. Like fire.

But Audrey remained completely unaware of what was happening, hanging limply in her restraints. She could only feel static, and even had her eyes not been cloudy with water, they had little life in them to register the data they'd record, and even less processing power left in her brain to make sense of it all.

Her cheek buzzed as the static there was displaced, and feeling gradually returned - surprisingly quickly, or so she thought. Something was in front of her, tending to her face.

Bright pink lights exploded in her vision, and Audrey blinked and squinted enough tears away to see a number '40%' staring back at her. The number shifted to symbols - letters - but they vanished again before Audrey's sluggish brain could recognize them.

Then there was silence. Audrey hadn't realized someone had been talking to her until they'd stopped. The words then hit her ears, faintly and fuzzy, as though she'd encountered them in a memory.

"What you're... good at?" she echoed, voice gravely due to the effort, not quite yet realizing what she was saying. Numbers? She was good at percentages?

But she could see now, and something had hold of her head by the chin. She realized she could feel, not static but actual physical sensations, and something was in her hair.

No sooner did the realize it that the person - for that's surely what it was - disappeared. Her head slumped again, chin touching her chest, before she found the energy to lift it on her own. Was that... a camera?

A loud voice drew her focus, and immediately it was lost again when Audrey flinched, the metal-on-metal echoing throughout the otherwise static-y, silent room, her chair vibrating from the impact. And then she was pushed back - not that there was far to go, restrained as she was, but enough that she could feel the pressure on her thigh and shoulder. Everything was happening too quickly. Her brain needed time to reboot after her hard drive was fried, but input just kept coming.

Her tits, next. Even dazed and loopy out of her mind, the sensation was unmistakable. Something traced circles over her covered breasts, and as was often the case, set her to squirming. The tingling jump-started her, and suddenly she gasped. She was more aware now of the marker, not just on her clothing, but on her skin, too. Her elbows were red and sore from vibrating against the chair. Marks on her stomach, and her knees. She opened her mouth and must have made some kind of noise, but a blow to her jaw shut that up and sent a fresh squelch of blood from her split lip dripping down her chin.

She whimpered again, both from the blow and the marker tickling her groin. The sound of ripping fabric made her momentarily panic. She wasn't sure how she recognized it, but she knew it wasn't good. And then the mystery pink woman - because it definitely was not the Spectre that was here before, Audrey suddenly realized - picked up the bat. And the revelation of what was happening struck her just as quickly. Would it be worse than the relentless lightning? What kind of comparison was that, and how was she supposed to make it?

Her eyes once again went wide with panic as she stared into the camera, and she tried to shake her head. Again she tried to form words, but couldn't seem to remember how, her mouth opening and closing at random and her aching lungs began to hyperventilate. What eventually came out sounded more like dying horse being ran over by a tractor. Her fate, it seemed, wasn't up to her - was it ever? - but rather to her fans. And she knew why they watched her.

She felt a horrible sinking dread in her gut and regretted regaining the ability to feel at all.

[Malkavia]

And the money came pouring in. +10$! +25$! The numbers popped out of the chat, green against a pink background, leaping like rabbits. Hop! Hop! Hop! All the while, the pink bars of a graph at the chat header danced and swayed. Heeeeeead, shoulders knees and toes (knees and toes)...

But while the bit-wise 1s and 0s on some far-away Swedish banking server rearranged themselves to represent Spectre's burgeoning wealth, Dot's pink-nailed fingers drummed along her upper arm. Her electronic face might have been grinning, but her shoulders grew tighter by the second.

5!! 4!! 3...!!!

"Stop." Dot raised a fist, like a soldier sending a signal. Her faceplate blinked to black. Her breath hissed between her teeth.

"Fffff." She shook her head, tapping one of her boot's toe against the concrete floor. Suddenly, without warning, Dot laced her grip around the bat, swung it over her shoulder, and barreled an aluminum 80mph slug at Audrey's cranium. The bat cut through the air, whistling, like its owner wanted to overshoot the fence with dear sweet Audrey's skull. Then—she stopped an inch from the red-head's snout. Audrey barely flinched.

"Fuckin'...bitch." She lowered the bat. Then her hand went CRACK, slapping the girl flat across her cheek, but homegirl just sat in her chair, shivering, a half-conscious numbness in the shape of a person. The numbers painted across her body felt somehow less luminous, despite glowing in the dim light.

A stillness washed over Dot. She placed the bat, gingerly, beside the chair, resiting it against the armrest where Audrey's hands were cuffed. "Sorry, dearest patrons, for our little...interruption. I just—Mmm. I can't half-ass it like this. Nope. 'Fraid it just won't cut it..." Then she ran both her hands through Audrey's hair, caressing her, before pressing her faceplate against her sweat-beaded forehead in what was unmistakably a patomime at a kiss. Then, at a brisk pace, she slipped offscreen.

There was a pause, while Audrey shivered alone in the pale white light from overhead, the camera spooling along unmanned while uncounted voyeurs continued to pour, in diminishing gasps, their funds into the chat.

When Dot returned, she was spinning something between her fingers like a knife. As the gents in their faraway seats leaned in, she caught the needle between her middle and index finger. Its dark-purple payload glistened in the syringe. She held it in front of her face, presenting it to the camera.

"Threeeeeee parts adrenaline, to twooooo parts cortisol, to fiiiiiive parts...proprrrrrrrietary secret," said Dot, turning to saunter to Audrey's side, as she purred through the rrrr. Her back was to the camera, bare legs and round rump curling, feline, before she turned on heel and curled her free arm around Audrey's neck. Tap tap tap went the bare fingers on her shoulder, before lovingly squeezing.

Then she took gently raised the arm, taking a fistful of red hair, so she could pull her head to the side and expose her neck. Her movement was slow and deliberate, and continued with steely control as she lowered the needle to her bare, pale neck.

"Straight to the skittering and clattering brain..." she whispered to the online crowd, as she took aim and pressed sharp steel to tender skin.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

The anticipation was terrible as Audrey waited to see what fate awaited her. The redhead was still only half conscious, her body still tingling with phantom electricity in her veins and in the air. Somehow, that threat managed to feel small in the moment compared to the heavy metal bat that was primed to contact her bones.

As such, Audrey was finding it difficult to sit still. She squirmed and bounced lightly in her seat, a vain effort to soothe the static and her nerves. The taste of blood from her split lip lingered on her tongue.

So she was rather blindsided when said bat suddenly appeared in front of her face, the gust of displaced air whooshing across her features and ticking her bangs. She didn't flinch, but she did freeze in place, eyes wide with terror, darting between the tip of the bat and Dot's electronic mask.

And then the bat was lowered. Audrey's heart raced, still anticipating an impact, her brain remaining slow to reboot, and therefore not quite realizing yet what had just happened.

But before she caught up to the realization that maybe her fans hadn't voted to see her disfigured after all, an impact to her cheek jerked her head to the side. One could be forgiven for thinking that had to have hurt, but the redhead's nerves were so frayed and numb from the static that had her vision not shifted, she would not have realized she'd been hit.

Something cold touched her forehead, reminding her that she was warm and sweaty. The cool relief only lasted a moment though and was gone as quickly as it came. In the relative silence that followed, Audrey attempted to blink the tears from her eyes to better see the situation she was in. Not that seeing her predicament would do much towards leading her to freedom, but her eyelids were just about the only body part she could move on command. At least, if her fingers were responding, she couldn't tell.

A pressure appeared on her arm and belatedly she realized her mystery captor had returned, this time with something distinctly not-bat-sized in her hand. Audrey didn't recognize it, but there was something purple there...

Annoyingly, the roots of her hair were spared much of the numbing paralysis the rest of her body enjoyed, as she found out when Dot adjusted the position of her head by means of her hair. Again, her reaction was delayed, not realizing she'd just been stabbed with a needle until whatever was inside it had been unloaded into her bloodstream. She had the sudden urge to yank her head away, but with that prick of pain in her neck, thought better of it on some subconscious urge alone.

Wait, what?

She could feel it. The needle, stuck in her flesh. Her heartbeat had become fast and erratic at the realization, and then that became the focus of her attention. In fact, contrary to the lethargy she'd been trudging through prior, she felt downright energetic!

With renewed awareness, Audrey resumed squirming, testing her restraints with enthusiastic vigor but familiar results. It was... she began to panic as her reality came into crisp focus. The horrifying anticipation returned, that possibility of being electrocuted at any second without warning. Her rattling jostled the bat beside her prison, adding that threat to her mental list to fight for most imminent threat.

Audrey wasn't sure how it was possible for her heart rate to race farther out of control until it happened, pounding at her ribcage like a woodpecker against a tree. Was this what it felt like to drink too much caffeine? She wouldn't know, and after this experience, any coffee currently in her cupboards would be finding their way to a landfill very soon. If she made it out of here alive.

She only realized her breathing had also become heavy and erratic when she tried to speak - too many things vying for her focus, ironically making it difficult to pay attention to any single thing for long. But Audrey had never done drugs in her life, and whatever she was filled with now was internally setting off every alarm bell she had.

And so, turning her attention and her fearful eyes to her captor, she forced hectic and hasty words out through her panicked gasps; "Wh-what was that? What did you just do to me?"

[Malkavia]

"Well, sweet cheeks, if you'd have just listened when I was talking—" Dot sighed through her teeth, exasperated. But then her visor arranged the pink emoji into a contented smile, eyes lidded in two downard arcs, as she took a seat on Audrey's captured arm and encircled the girl's neck in her own arm. "But sure. One more summary for the road. See, you—"

She bopped Audrey on the nose. Her voice dripped with condescension, as if she were dragging all this out purely for Dumbo's benefit. In truth, Dot was merely inventing a bit of time. The serum needed some time to chug up to full speed. "Yoooooou–were a seriously BORING performer. You were like...Bleeeeeeeegggggh x_X!!" Dot's flashed the death's head face as she threw back her heand and went loose and trembly in pantomime of what Audrey had been

"Toooootally boring. So, I gave you a taste of my PATENTED, SECRET, formulized wake-up juice. You probably feel it by now, yeah? already Like fist gripping your heart, squeezing until your blood pressure's ready to POP like ol' Faithful? Gosh, hope you don't have any heart conditions, come to think of it..."

Dot's electronic chuckle echoed across the room's speakers. As Audrey became more awake and aware, she'd realize the woman seated and pressed against her side never actually made a noise. The voice came like a phantasm, projected one moment from this corner of the room, the next from straight above, and never from one place for very long. By the time she had wherewithal to notice, however, Dot slipped off her arm and landed in her lap. One hand cupped Audrey's chin—and the other slipped between her legs. Her face visor had faded to deep, unreachable black.

"I should warn ya. There are some powerfully strong hallucinogens in that sauce. You might...glimpse a little something. A vision past the veil, as my grandmother once put it, shortly before her own tragic passing. Terrors beyond reckoning. Feel free to scream. Though–that comes pretty late in the cycle. The aphrodisiac effect, though, that's..." She gave Audrey a polite, inquiring squeeze. "Much faster on the action."

She let the pause stretch quiet across the room, save for the hiss of the smoking chair and the burr of faraway ventilation. Then, her jack eyeless grin stretched like a long line across her visor, an incision growing from a knifepoint.

"Arrrrrrrrre we ready to restart the count, Audrey?"

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

"Well, sweet cheeks, if you'd have just listened when I was talking—"

If Audrey hadn't been panicking about whatever was just injected into her, she'd have rolled her eyes. Although she was reasonably sure that that she could not have explained that, no, she was already too out of it to listen anyway. It was true, but she doubted it mattered.

She'd never taken drugs in her life. Not knowingly or willingly, at least. Someone may have slipped her a contaminated brownie at a party, but she had no way of proving they weren't just a terrible chef. Suffice to say, while she had been nearly comatose only moments ago, she now was hyper-aware, her heartbeat skyrocketing. Possibly aided by that injection, but she wouldn't be at all surprised if her body just naturally reacted this drastically to her fears.

Dot's words came out in a flurry, and Audrey almost did not think to grunt in disapproval at the assessment of her prior match - almost. But a grunt was all she offered, as her brain, already working in overdrive, struggled to slow down enough to process the rest of what was being said. She was awake now, and she needed to gather as much information as she could retain. A daunting task, what with the terror of whatever was about to happen to her, the impending threat of a bat breaking her legs or her ribs or whatever it was aimed at, and the unmistakable static energy still buzzing in the air, her ears, and the phantom tingle still in her body.

"Like a fist gripping your heart, squeezing until your blood pressure's ready to POP like ol' Faithful? Gosh, hope you don't have any heart conditions, come to think of it..."

Somewhat ironically, a fitting description. Audrey couldn't currently comprehend how her heart could simultaneously feel like it was being squeezed while also convulsing and buzzing faster than her best vibrator, but there it was.

She did indeed notice, as Dot continued to speak, that the entity currently sitting atop her did not seem to be making the sound. Was that a result of the drug? Was she hearing things? Was her perception being distorted? All the possibilities only made her heart race faster. It was difficult to turn her head and scan the room, however - and quickly became irrelevant as Dot shifted to her lap, one hand threateningly between her legs...

There it was. Hallucinations. But wait- the voice had to be coming from somewhere. Was... she couldn't be hallucinating the very explanation... could she? What about those terrors beyond reckoning? Was that just a taunt meant to terrify her? Or was she about to experience her first acid trip? Audrey had no idea what to expect. She-

"Mmh!"

-moaned at the sudden intimate contact, still rather sore and sensitive and apparently turned up to eleven from this drug, the blush on her cheeks deepening again. Everything felt a bit more sensitive right now. Her body continued to tingle, though whether that was from the shock to her system from the drug, or the literal electricity, was unclear.

"Arrrrrrrrre we ready to restart the count, Audrey?"

But the question, rhetorical or not, finally drew out her voice.

"Wh- no! No, no no no." She shook her head vigorously (as much as could be done while retrained), and with a lack of robot ninja in her line of vision still, her eyes darted back to the camera planted in front of her, recording or broadcasting (or both?) her humiliation. Her words tumbled out even faster than she'd experienced Dot's prior, like she was hyped up on caffeine and unable to sit still. "There's got to be some reason you're doing this, right? Something you want? What are you trying to accomplish here? Wh-what is it you want from me? Let's- let's talk about this! Y-you want money? I get paid pretty damn well to keep coming back for more with my track record, you know!"

[Malkavia]

"Ooooh, you want to bargain, you say? Tsk tsk tsk. Interesting." Dot shifted her seat in Audrey's lap, head cocked as if piqued in curiosity despite herself. She clicked her tongue, then lifted her hand to helmet's chin. Click! Hissss. A pneumatic release puffed gas through a fault in the helmet's jawline, and the bottom half of Dot's visor fell away in her hand. Beneath, she was smiling with soft, rosy lips.

"You know what I want, my blushing bella-donna?" As she spoke, Dot hoisted herself up to straddle her prisoner, hips pressed to hips. Her breasts pressed to Audrey's chin, nudging her face up into Dot's blank electronic gaze.

The one-time jaw on Dot's helmet clattered on the concrete. Dot's hand curled around Audrey's neck, grabbing finally a fistful of hair. She tugged Audrey's head back, forcing her to look up, up, and up.

Lllllick.

Her tongue ran from Audrey's jaw to the corner of her eye. Her palm, gloved but for the fingertips, pressed into her belly. Her movement was precisely calculated. She wanted the girls' injuries to burn—but not too deeply. Just enough to stir something primal, excited, afraid in her gut.

She kissed, and she kissed. And she kissed. Deep, possessive. Noisy. Maybe Audrey would be able catch, through the black sheen of Dot's visor, the chatroom where all those people were losing their shit. And emptying their wallets.

When Dot finally pulled away—Christ almighty, but Dot loved the way she shivered. "What I want, more than anything in the world, my delicious duck of a damsel. Is a big ol' mess." She pressed her thumb to Audrey's lower lip.

Then in one fluid motion, she lifted one leg and slammed her knee full-force between Audrey's legs. Her bare leg scraped against the chair, but the impact was solid. First Audrey's pussy was soft, until the force slammed it into the hard pelvis beneath. The impact was satisfyingly full—the kind of BUMP Dot felt back to her own tailbone.

BZZZZZZZZZT! Alarm bells clamored. A siren wailed. The lights flashed bright enough to burn the retina, then went pitch black, then rolled and flickered between the extremes. "Coooooooongratulations NUMMMMMBER EIGHT!!"

Dot kept a steady grip on Audrey's hair. No jerking out of hand now! She lifted her knee out of its bullseye, noting with some satisfaction the Audrey's...freshness against Dot's bare skin. As soon as she knee was free, her other hand struck. Like a cat slamming its claws into the back of a mouse. Her long, pink nails sunk deep into Audrey's panties as Dot squeezed the bitch for every gasp, whimper, and mewl she was worth. Her face loomed over her, inches from another kiss.

"Your turn, Audrey. Have anything you'd like to say to the fifty-seven voters who chose nummmmmmber eight~?"

[Monsy]

Alrrrrrright, lets see this mess.

Anything but a busted control board, for the stream's sake. The steam rising from the black cables made her squint an eye. If Audrey's witchcraft really did break her brain child, then she'd have a mind to go momma bear on her ass. She made claws, put her hands up by her shoulders and puffed air into her cheeks till she silently muttered, "Fuck," Before reaching the homebrew generator, made of car parts, harvested circuit boards and hand-built parts, stuffed into a gangly creature of exposed welds and flowing wire sleeves. A metal cylinder frame containing the principle generator while its output cable connected to a charge controller—disrupting excess into the battery bank, a collection of 12 old car batteries, four in a row, connected by a spiderweb of cable and rope. Finally, the Boost Convertor carried towards a Capacitor tank that steadily filled just behind the chair, containing the almighty gate switch that they wielded via button.

Sudden power loss, huh? She took a breath, remembered—pushing her lips together to remind herself of the music it made, the scratches, the pup-pup-pup and the PA-BLOOEY! She didn’t see much left over smoke and thank fuck her converter and wires didn’t bust. She got on her knees, hands in her lap and lurched. "First things first..." She killed the engine and unplugged the output cable.

Once free from tasering, she pulled the external cap off the cylinder to inspect the armature, stator, magnets and coils. The rotor ended up against the stator from a broken bearing. With a plastic case of tools, she checked everything external for loose parts, tightened the zip-ties against the frame to prevent rattling, then dissected the rotor after laying down on her side. Her tongue pushed to the top of her mouth and she hummed, pushing a quiet static garbling as her foot tip-tapped to imaginary melodies. After removing the rotor, her one spare replaced it, then one by one she ran the steps to make sure everything lined up and connected before the external cap was re-fixed.

She yanked the pull cord that came from an old skipping rope. Buhbumbumbrbrbr—PUFP-PUFP-PUFP! Wiping her brow, she sat cross-legged to watch the engine suffer. The shaft wasn’t turning appropriately, too inconsistently and slow. It sounded like it wanted to die, wretching up its lungs. So, killing the engine again, she removed the sparkplug using her ratchet and socket, and sure enough, a carbon-fouled tip and scuffed electrode. ‘You clock in two-hundred thousand miles yet can't stay up for ten minutes.’ She thought, not giving it added grievance. Her compartment of spares was inside a plastic case in a rectangular grid. The slightly rusted replacement was cleaned with a wire brush, some carb cleaner, then wiped it. After putting it back, she stood up and pulled the skipping rope.

Buhbumbumbrbrbr—vrmmmmmmrrrghhhh!

It roared to life.
Hoooooooo’kay, now where’s that little red panda?
Why, right where she was left!
Except she has a lap partner. Though she couldn’t see it directly, she knew what was going down over there, making her raise a brow. Then she smiled, proud.

"Your turn, Audrey. Have anything you'd like to say to the fifty-seven voters who chose nummmmmmber eight~?"

Spectre took a wide approach, staying out of the shot. She went over to the exit, checked the lock, then made her way over to the laptop, pulling up the program for the chair, watching a bar steadily fill up. Perhaps another thirty seconds is what’ll do it. And seeing all this, with Dot’s lips touching another, it squeezed an eye half-shut, glowering at Audrey.

“Hey, freaks.” Spectre reached under the table and grabbed a satchel. In it, a clip of plastic bags with marked names for different drugs they prepared. Her fingers manipulated the aphrodisiac to pinch between the index and middle, then the rest was betwixt her pinky and ring. “You wanna play succubus, then do it right.”

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

What ever compelled Audrey to think that money would sway someone like Dot? Truthfully, the offer was borne of desperation more than anything, as Audrey struggled to come up with anything else she had to offer in trade. Even so... her captors had not once indicated that they were holding her for a ransom. So far, their intent seemed to be purely the torment of their busty redhead captive. One could possibly argue that the stream donations could be an indicator... but that money was more a means to an end rather than the goal itself.

Whatever the reason, it was not what Dot was after. That, rather, was given to her directly, in a manner of speaking. Dot removed the bottom half of her mask and seated herself on Audrey's lap; the redhead had to look up to continue seeing into her visor.

Not enough. A fist in her hair drew a pained yelp from her lips, her head forced to tilt farther and farther back. Audrey wasn't sure what she was expecting - if anything; sometimes a little hair pull was all that was needed. Instead, she felt two distinct yet different stimulations, neither of them pleasant. The first, Dot's tongue sliding up her cheek, leaving a sticky, wet trail. The second, a palm on her stomach, threatening but currently doing little harm. There was something coming, that much was certain... but what?

Neither of those prepared her for being kissed. Dot forced her lips onto the redhead's, a domineering but somehow tender caress that had Audrey's heartbeat skyrocket. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, and her body trembled with anticipation. She still wasn't sure *what she was anticipating, but if this was the worst of it, then... well, who was she kidding?

"Gh-aaaaahhhh!"

Her expression shifted with the scream, as sudden as the knee to her crotch. Her eyes squeezed shut, fingers curling into fists where they were locked down against the arms of her seat. Her head tried to jolt forwards, but she was still caught by the hair, stacking pain on top of pain and drawing out her cry of distress. The rest of her body lurched violently - as violently as could be while restrained from every limb. She couldn't so much as close her legs to address the shooting agony that had reverberated all the way up her spine!

The offending knee remained lodged in between her legs for far too long, and Audrey was torn between sitting still and letting it continue, or struggling uselessly and making it worse. Neither option was appealing. Not that it really mattered in the end, when her body decided for her; she couldn't sit still if she wanted to.

But even the end of that assault did not grant relief. Her stomach, however, was not the target. That hand had darted right down her panties to dig freely into her soft, sensitive flesh! The scream she released was even louder than the last, this time with tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. Her whole body trembled again, her hips bucking and legs fighting their bonds, but offering exactly zero relief. Her nails dug into her palms, so tightly curled were her fingers, until one uncurled and began to tap the arm of the chair in surrender, seemingly forgetting that she was not mid-match.

"Your turn, Audrey. Have anything you'd like to say to the fifty-seven voters who chose nummmmmmber eight~?"

If Audrey did have anything to say, the screams and whimpers she was currently spewing without pause prevented her from giving voice to them. There was little on her mind save for the searing agony between her legs. Except perhaps some machine or another that had roared to life behind her, mostly drowned out by her banshee wailing.

At Spectre's voice, and thus being reminded that the villain was still here, Audrey attempted to quiet herself - succeeding only in lowering her volume, perhaps, enough to catch words, but unable to prevent herself from bellowing through the stimulation. But hearing what was said did not ease her concerns; she couldn't (or rather, didn't want to) imagine what 'playing succubus' meant, but she had a sinking feeling in her gut that she was about to find out.

[Malkavia]

Dot's back straightened as what she could only call THE CHAIR hummed back to glorious life, and when Spectre introduced herself back into the frame, Dot traipsed straight over to snatch the drug in her hand—and two others from the clip in Spectre's satchel.

"Golly gee, but our illustrious host has done it again. A brilliant idea, Spectre." The wide arc of Dot's glossy lips matched the sinister glint in the twin LED moon-slices of her eyes. She bowed almost ninety degrees to the Commander in Full, one arm brandishing the new packets of drug, the other pressed to her waist. "I'm so sorry, chief oh my chief. I should have led with these and not my sorry excuse of a drug. Please! Allow me a do-over. Erhrm!"

She spun on her heel and sauntered on back to today's guest of honor.

"Do you — oooh audience and patient mine — know what I like about drug. Cocktailsssss?" Maskless, Dot spoke with a dry, human voice, but a warble of bending electronic frequencies still played harmony to her melody. She sat down on Audrey once again, dangling the three packets of purple, green, and pink sauce in front of the red-heads tear-ragged face.

"It's—LA MYSTÈRE. The mystery. See—" She popped the pink bag open first and slipped the needle inside. The fluid filled to the 5 mL line. "I know precisely what this fella does. Mhm. When he's alone. Buuut when he's mixing it up with the little WAKE UP SUPREME from a moment ago? Or from Special and Green #3? Hm hmmm. HM HM HMMMM! Hmmm. Who knows?"

As she stuck the needle inside and sucked up the green and purple, they formed discrete layers in the clear side of her instrument, like oil floating on water. Then she moved to press the payload into Audrey's neck.

"...I suppose we will, in just a moment. Spectre, would you like to engage our audience for the next vote while Audrey gets...ready?"

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Too many outside phenomenon were competing for Audrey's attention all at once. The pain in her groin from Dot's knee attack, Spectre returning to tease and taunt, the sound of the machine in the distance... and, what Audrey hadn't immediately realized, the re-energizing of the chair she was strapped to. That last item, once it drifted through her mind, captured all of her attention. And in so doing, brought further anxiety bubbling through her. She hadn't tasted the last of that electricity, it seemed. Was she about to get another jolt? Would Spectre do it while Dot was so close? Would Dot even feel it if so?

Except Dot was no longer atop her. When had she gotten up? Audrey hadn't even noticed the absence of pressure on her thighs amidst the pain between her legs and the swampy miasma in her mind. How she missed seeing it was another matter... had she blacked out, or had she just been that distracted by the roar of the generator? She glanced around, just in time to see the pink robot sauntering back in her direction, now with something... new in her hands. Curiosity swelled despite the terror that the mystery packets - drugs, Dot had noted - invoked.

Her eyes remained fixed on those colorful little bags, unable to make out the words on them through her tear-stained eyes. Those eyes went wide, however, as Dot's words reached her ears; by the time they registered, the needle was primed at her neck, prevented from prodding her only by Dot's address to the ninja robot, giving Audrey's mouth time to blurt out a last-ditch attempt at parley.

"W-w-wait! Y-you don't even know what it does?" Panic surged through her, as invigorating as the electricity prior, her chest rising and falling as her breaths came short and shallow. "Why are you doing this? You can't- please, don't do this! Please, what do you want from me? W-we can talk about this like reasonable adults! You don't have to... don't have to..."