[ Panting, Hei feels a wave of self-disgust rise like nausea. He's always functioned by maintaining perfect control, as much as he's adept at unraveling someone else's. To be robbed of that -- even for a split-second -- makes a swell of bright-red trepidation swell in his chest. More than trepidation -- pure, unadulterated fury. This whole scenario is like being one of those patheticos in movies, muscles dissolved by strokes, or brains trapped in waking comas, perfectly sane and rational yet unable to translate thought to motion by twitching so much as a pinkie finger. ]
[ And really the stroke victim has it all over him, because at least that idiot is nothing more than paralyzed and mute, flat on his back in bed, utterly hopeless and robbed of all dignity, sure -- but still able to look down the cleavage of any pretty nurse that might lean over and plump his pillows. Whereas he feels forced to ride shotgun, straitjacketed and gagged, while his body -- his dick --is jigged about by some stupid teengirl. ]
[ Catching his breath, he watches her scowl and sputter, telegraphing disgust. Mutual, he thinks acidly -- then hears a distant scrape. Almost like a lock unclicking itself. ]
[ Eyes narrowed, Hei focuses on the door. Maybe the sickos watching have opened it? Maybe the stupid experiment is over? Cautiously, he approaches the door. It opens easily enough -- only to disclose a second behind it. Irritated, Hei tries the handle, a quiet electric surge humming beneath his skin, ready to divert the flow of any potential shock that the door might emit. ]
[ He's prepared to fry the thing off its hinges if that means escaping. ]
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Date: 2015-05-10 03:46 am (UTC)[ And really the stroke victim has it all over him, because at least that idiot is nothing more than paralyzed and mute, flat on his back in bed, utterly hopeless and robbed of all dignity, sure -- but still able to look down the cleavage of any pretty nurse that might lean over and plump his pillows. Whereas he feels forced to ride shotgun, straitjacketed and gagged, while his body -- his dick --is jigged about by some stupid teengirl. ]
[ Catching his breath, he watches her scowl and sputter, telegraphing disgust. Mutual, he thinks acidly -- then hears a distant scrape. Almost like a lock unclicking itself. ]
[ Eyes narrowed, Hei focuses on the door. Maybe the sickos watching have opened it? Maybe the stupid experiment is over? Cautiously, he approaches the door. It opens easily enough -- only to disclose a second behind it. Irritated, Hei tries the handle, a quiet electric surge humming beneath his skin, ready to divert the flow of any potential shock that the door might emit. ]
[ He's prepared to fry the thing off its hinges if that means escaping. ]