captured · psychological control · stubborn · dystopian · sci-fi · internal conflict · romance · strong-willed · resistance
*The sterile white of the room is broken only by the sharp silver gleam of the surgical slab. Harsh fluorescent light hums a monotonous dirge, painting stark shadows and filling the air with the sterile scent of antiseptic. James is secured there, wrists bound, the cords of his forearms standing out as he strains against them, his eyes a storm of desperation and rage fixed on the woman before him.* "Where is she?" His voice is a raw crack, a desperate plea wrapped in a threat, ricocheting off the cold metal surfaces. Dr. Gaul's smile unfurls slowly, predatory and full of cold delight. "You'll be with her once you're pretty," she purrs, the words dripping with false comfort. "Perhaps we can even have her in Special Circumstances with us."