Time of Your Life (Willow)

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

{name:Evan Cross#|#picture:i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179/knckleschick101/evan.jpg}Slowly, the blonde headed doctor walked down the halls of the testing facility, making his way to the room where his chosen patient awaited his arrival. Today, he wanted to test this patients emotional responses to different things, but his main interest was in her fear response. How could he go about creating a genuine fear response? This would be a fun experiment. A cold, demented smile crossed his face as he opened the door and walked in, closing and locking the door behind him. "Hello, I am Dr. Cross. Remember it well, if you have the capacity to do so." He said, laying his stuff down and getting his materials ready.

[disturbeddesire]

Willow sat upon the steel table, her short legs dangling over the edge, rocking back and forth as her hands picked at the gown-like attire she was forced to wear. She hated the clothing choice with a passion. It itched, switched around on her body: falling off her shoulder(s) or moving around when she slept; and it did nothing to compliment her brightly colored hair, or her brilliantly colored eyes. Sure, she wasn't exactly someone who constantly fawned over her looks, but she did like to preen herself quite often. After all, what else could you do on this such island?

The door clicked and a male voice hit her ears, causing the young woman to look up at the tall man. He was handsome, but she had the sudden impulse to cut the pony-tail from his head. But, for once, she didn't, at least yet.

" Good to know. I suppose. "

She bit back, her bright hair that was normally up and in a french braid, was down and layed over her shoulder, her delicate fingers now running through the multi-colored tresses.

" If you think that I'm as dense as those mongrels, you're dead wrong. "

Her accent-less voice rolled off her tongue with ease as she brought her bright, whitish-blue eyes up to meet the Doctor's, a small smile crossing her features.

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

{name:Evan Cross#|#picture:i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179/knckleschick101/evan.jpg}His expression didn't change, but he gave a short, cold laugh. "You may not be as dense as them, but you are certainly well below me." He said simply, turning to her and putting his hands behind his back. "Now, today, I wish to test a series of items to get a particular response. Any resistance and I shall have you strapped to the table. Do I make myself clear?" His voice and stace portrayed a very high and mighty man who could back up his big talk. This doctor seemed to know his intelligence qute well and didn't give a damn who noticed. That, and he seemed to view the patients as nothing more than lab rats.

[disturbeddesire]

Willow narrowed her eyes at his statement and crossed her arms, eyeing the doctor as he stood stock still. She knew what kinds of tests doctors did, especially in places like these. And she wasn't in any type of mood to let him test on her today or ever. Especially with the way he acted. He radiated 'ass' all over the board.

" Yeah, yeah. I've heard this speech before. "

Willow was far from scared of him, she hated doctors, didn't fear them. She just feared their tools. She blinked a few times, guiding her long hair behind her ears to reveal her face a bit more. She looked like an innocent young woman in her early twenties. But, she really wasn't so innocent and she just knew this doctor knew that.

" And I'm positively sure that you already know my name, so I will not grace you with a proper introduction like the other mindless bums would. "[/color[

It was clear she didn't want to be here.

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

{name:Evan Cross#|#picture:i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179/knckleschick101/evan.jpg}"I appreciate it, Ms. Willow. As I do indeed know your name. Now, let us get started." Without another word, he turned to his bag and pulled out a jar of Black Widows that he had collected. In all honesty, he had intended to collect some... less deadly creatures. After all, what fun was an experiment if your test subject was dead. However, in this old building, these were the best he could find. Not that it mattered, they were sure to get a better reaction anyway. They all squirmed angrily inside the jar, begging an escape. Quickly, he walked over, pouring them on her as soon as he opened it, and stepped away, eager to see her reaction.

[disturbeddesire]

Willow's eyes followed his every move, waiting to defend herself from anything he threw at her. She wasn't defenseless after all. In her years from the age thirteen up until she hit her twenties, she practiced martial arts, self taught of course. Any teachers would turn her down, not wanting to be on the receiving end of her mental disorder or freak out episodes.

So, if she wanted, she could floor this doctor and run from the room, that is if she unlocked it in time. As he moved, she removed her focus from him and to the door, studying the lock and she instantly wondered if he had a key with him. So, perhaps she would knock him out if she attempted escape? The best way to do that was a pressure point. She smiled to herself, yes, that could work. But, only if she absolutely needed to, which she believed would probably happen.

A small weight hit her frame and then began crawling, all over her. She looked down and the spiders were already moving all over her. She narrowed her eyes and simply brushed them off, standing to be sure she rid her frame of all of them before plopping back onto the table, turning her gaze back to the doctor.

" Spiders? Really? "

She asked, moving her bright hair over her shoulder and let it fall between her shoulder blades and she relaxed her frame, only slightly. She waited silently, for what he had next in mind.

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

{name:Evan Cross#|#picture:i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179/knckleschick101/evan.jpg}He didn't even seem to notice her comment and just wrote something down on his clipboard. Afterwards, he sat the pen and clipboard down and returned to his bag. Maybe this next test would provide better results. He pulled out what appeared to be an air horn. Without giving her a chance to say anything, he pressed the button, letting the incredibly loud noise fill the room for a short time before taking note of her reaction.

[disturbeddesire]

Willow was beginning to not like this man. He enjoyed this too much. She began fiddling, tapping her fingers on the table as he scribbled on his clipboard, her eyes began wandering out of pure boredom. Surely, there was something better to do that sit on a table and be tested for who knew how long. She would much rather be sleeping or messing with the other more insane patients.

The loud sound, oddly like the sound of a extremely close car, hit her eardrums and she instantly covered her ears, waiting for it to disappear and then glared at him. Hate and anger boiling in her blood.

This time, she didn't say anything, but silently grumbled, sulking on her table.

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

{name:Evan Cross#|#picture:i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179/knckleschick101/evan.jpg}OOC: Permissions were given to do the things in this post.

A small smirk crossed his face as he took a few notes before looking through the rest of the papers. The next test would be interesting, and possibly a little difficult. He pulled a few lengthy peices of rope out of his bag and walked around behind her. With a slight bit of force, he pulled her hands behind her. he managed to get her hands bound together and tied to the post behind her, despite her struggling. When he came back around the front, he gave her a stern look before binding one of her legs to the table's leg, dodging her other leg as she struggled still. Then he moved over, yanking her other leg over to the other table leg and tying it there with ease. Then he stepped back, waiting her reaction. However, it was a little warm in the room to him and he didn't like it. So, continuing to watch her, he slipped off his lab coat, revealing the white, sleeveless undershirt he wore. Even after the coat was tossed aside, it still wasn't quite cool enough. So he removed his undershirt as well. However, he never took his eyes off her. Now, his well toned chest and abs were exposed. After even that wasn't enough, he sighed and walked over to the window and opening it.

[disturbeddesire]

A shiver ran down her spin as she watched the blonde man reach deep into his bag of horros, gripping the table slightly. There was no telling what he could pull out next. Snakes? Garlic? Flowers? Chains? There were so many phobias and things that she would never know what he pulled out or was even debating on pulling out. In a sick, twisted way, he was a magician. She liked magicians. They broke the rules of reality. Made things that wouldn't cross the human mind as possible or relevant, into things of amazement and made believers out of the most skeptical people.
And he was going to make one hell of a believer out of her.

She snapped back to the then and there. He was gone. Or so she thought, his hands wrapped around hers and even though she began to struggle, the odd position was nearly impossible to protect herself. She bared her teeth, glaring daggers at him as he moved around the table to bind her feet. She kicked out, making a valiant, but failed effort to protect herself from the bindings.

Once she was completely tied down, she began to try to free herself. Shifting slightly and felt the rope burn slightly as she yank against it, but pain never bothered her, that is unless it was agonizingly unbearable. She still struggled when she looked up and the sight made her stop and lean back against the pole, cocking a thin brow and allowing a cheeky smirk to come to her facials.

" Just because I'm, as you all say, mental insane, doesn't mean I don't enjoy this. "

She said, grinning as she finally relaxed into her bindings.

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

{name:Evan Cross#|#picture:i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179/knckleschick101/evan.jpg}At her comment, he couldn't help but chuckle. The doctor hadn't even realized what a... compromising position he had put her in. Not only that, but for her to have caught the implications before him… maybe she truly was smarter than most of the imbeciles here. However, though she was rather attractive, and her certainly enjoyed looking at this one, he decided not to take advantage of her defenseless state. “Oddly enough, I am quite pleased that you are enjoying it. Makes my job easier. However, as much as the sight of a defenselessly bound woman turns me on, I shall resist my urges and carry on with my tests. Now, when I unbind your feet and release you from the pillar, I’ll need you to stand.” His voice had a hint of playfulness in it at first, but slowly degraded back to his usual, work-oriented tone. Without another word, he proceeded to unbind her.

[disturbeddesire]

Willow couldn't help but feel giddy, she had made the doctor chuckle and bring on a playful tone. That was hard to do, for most doctors in this profession. She watched him with her eyes, blushing only slightly at his words and nodding to his...well, it wasn't a request, it was more of a command. Either way, she didn't feel like fighting today, and plus the struggling with the bonds had exhausted her a bit. Mind you, she still had enough spark to get herself out if needed, but she just wanted to hurry up and get out of this small room and back into her Ward, where she could take a well-deserved nap.

Once the bonds were away from her appendages, she hopped off the table, smoothing the gown down and standing straight but was acutely shorter than him, good because if it was the other way around, she would be sort of freaked. She focused on him again, brushing her hair out of her face and rubbing her cheek where the hair had tickled her as she kept her eyes on him, anticipating the next test, but never really knowing what was to come for her.

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

{name:Evan Cross#|#picture:i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179/knckleschick101/evan.jpg}Evan motioned for her to follow him over to a filled sink in the back. Once he got there, the still-shirtless man turned to face her, speaking firmly and with a tone of urgency. “Remember, the more you resist, the worse off you will be. Though you are seemingly smarter than the rest, I know you lot don’t trust us much. However, in this situation, trust will keep you alive.” In a moment of mercy, he quickly shoved her head into the water and held it there, awaiting her reaction.

[disturbeddesire]

Willow willingly walked towards the sink, looking at it a bit cautiously and then back to the man, or rather, Dr. Cross, and then back at the sink. As they neared it, she began putting pieces together, especially when he spoke of trust. But, before she could react, he was pushing her towards the water. Willow only had seconds to take a large gulp of air, a gasp like sound to him, and then her head was buried beneath the surface of the water, She flailed, trying to push herself out but his words ran over her mind. 'Trust will keep you alive.'

Reluctance was still writhing in her mind and body, like a snake, telling her this wasn't natural, that she had to fight, but she also knew if she struggled, it would be worse. So, inch by merciless inch, she calmed, keeping her breath of air, her eyes concentrated on the bottom of the clean sink, waiting for the strong hand on the back of her head to release her from the water depths.

[~~Fleur-chan~~]

{name:Evan Cross#|#picture:i104.photobucket.com/albums/m179/knckleschick101/evan.jpg}She struggled beneath his hand for a bit before she relaxed. Obviously, she was afraid that he would let her drown, but actually heeded his words and trusted him. So, as a reward, he pulled her up mere moments after she stopped struggling. As he scribbled a few notes down on his clipboard with one hand, he picked up and handed her a towel with the other. “Once you dry off, you may return to the table or remain standing.” He said, focused on his paperwork.