BFtP: A Waking Nightmare

Posted on Sun Jul 29th, 2018 @ 5:13pm by Major Hailey Weston & Lieutenant JG Siobahn Fallon

Mission: https://wellington.pegasusfleet.site/index.php/sim/missions/id/4
Location: New Earth Somewhere

The fogginess was starting to clear from Siobahn's brain. Strange voices that she didn't recognise. Male voices.

She forced her eyes open, despite the fact that her eyelids felt like they were suddenly formed from lead.

How long had she been asleep? How much has she had to drink? The back of her head was throbbing and her mouth felt like it had been filled with cotton wool.

"Ughhhh..." The low groan escaped her parted lips as she moved slowly, her hand blindly reaching in the direction of Hailey, her hand reaching cool emptiness. Her eyes flew open suddenly, her entire body jolting into awake mode as she glanced around. She was not in her quarters, nor Hailey's...

Sitting upright, she glanced around, eyes wide and fearful as she took in her surroundings, the memory of the previous events rushing back to her with the force of a freight train. She reached up, one hand gingerly touching the side of her face. She could already feel the bruising and swelling coming out. Her hair was no longer braided, instead it fell in messy waves around her face. Her clothing was also different... her long gypsy skirt, her tshirt and her jacket were all gone, and instead she was covered with what could best be described as a very basic slip.

Instinctively her hands grasped at the covers around her, her fingers curling in the blanket and pulling it up around her, trying to cover everything the slip didn't. Standing up quietly, she padded silently around the room, trying to work out where she was and how she could get out.

“She’s awake.” One voice from right outside the room said, go get her something, we wouldn’t want her to think she’s being mistreated.” There was some laughter from three distinct voices, then a couple minutes later a bowl with something in it that looked vaguely like oatmeal was slid through the slot at the bottom of the door that looked like a cat flap for a particularly small cat, “Eat up, sweetheart.”

Pushing the bowl away with her foot, Siobahn scowled at it in disgust, instead looking around the small room. There was no window, and one door that was presumably locked. The flap they pushed the food through was much, much too small for even her to try an squeeze through, though if they tried feeding her gruel for too long she would probably fit through without effort. With a sigh, she walked across to the door, trying the handle first and them banging on it with her closed fist. "I want my clothing! And I demand you let me out of here immediately!"

"You'll get let out once we get what we want out of you." The reply came from right outside the door, "Or out of your girlfriend, whichever."

Siobahn sighed with exasperation, pausing only momentarily before she started pounding on the door with both fists screaming "LET ME OUT!" over, and over and over without stopping. One way or another she was going to get out...

No response came from the other side of the door, apparently the guard outside was content to let her wear herself out even more.

With a huff of mild annoyance, Siobahn continued her pounding, raising her voice even louder, already determined that if she didn't get a response soon she would simply resort to blatant screaming at the top of her lungs. She might not be able to fight worth a damn, but she could scream, and that was something she had been told all her life. An ear piercing, glass shattering, hair splitting scream that could go on, and on, and on.

Finally a small closeable window in the door slid open, "If you don't shut the hell up, we'll sedate you and then you won't be able to talk to your 'girlfriend.'" The door slid shut again and a click told her it was locked.

Siobahn slammed her fist into the small window, crying out in pain as she did. "Damn it!" She winced slightly as she stepped back from the door, looking around, the dull ache in her hand bringing burning tears to her eyes. Now she had to decide what to do next.

It was several minutes later when the door finally opened and a hulk of a man came in, unarmed, "All right, the boss wants you right now." He said, reaching out to grab her by the upper arm, "Come quietly, or else."

Wincing in pain as her arm was pulled up roughly, Siobahn bit the inside of her lip to stop herself from crying out. "At least give me my clothes so I can cover myself properly!" she exclaimed.

"Move it." He growled at her, tugging her along, "Maybe later, you're late already."

"No! I want my clothes!" the gravity of the entire situation was finally starting to dawn on Siobahn as she was near dragged along a hall and into another room, all the while struggling to hold the blanket around her.

"You'll get them when you need them." He stopped and cuffed her across the forehead, not gently but not too hard, "Now shut up."

Siobahn fell silent, shocked by the strike to her face, her eyes watering again, stumbling as she felt herself being propelled forward once more.

OFF:

Ensign Siobahn Fallon
Medical Officer
USS Wellington

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