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[Sheila Louise Bradel]

Sheila heard him call after her, but dared not to turn around. She didn't want to see how close he was or how much the bottle had affected him. All she wanted to do was hide. As she rounded the corner, she saw an open exam room, where she ducked in, hiding under a desk. Hopefully he would pass out soon, but something told her he would fight until that happened. She desperately wanted to to go home, to be in her own bed, drunk and asleep.

As he neared where she was, her hand clamped over her mouth, her breath slow and shaky. Only thirty minutes before the halls filled again.

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[Andrew James Ferris]

Andrew saw a quick blur dash into an exam room, and he followed. He felt his senses slowing, the chloroform getting to him. If his brain hadn't been giving out, he'd be pissed. He burst through the door, looking around.

"Sheila.... Come playyy...." His voice was breathless and taunting, and he searched. Everything was beginning to blur. He thought he saw a blob under the desk as he ran around it, but it was starting to darken. His mind was spinning, and soon the floor became closer. Andrew hit the ground, only able to look up and see a very dark and smudgy Sheila cowering next to him, under the desk. "Sheila... damnit.." He breathed hard, trying to reach a hand out. In moments, everything went black.

[Sheila Louise Bradel]

Sheila's blood ran cold as he entered the room and rounded the desk, but before she could scream and fight, he was knocked out cold on the floor.
Quickly, she crawled over him and began to drag him through the hall back into the supply closet. The cabinet by the door held cleaning supplies and other things.
Sheila lifted him haphazardly into a chair and looked through the cabinet, finding duct tape and a small amount of rope (probably used to restrain patients).

Sheila wrapped the tape around his wrists and ankles, taping him tightly to the chair. She then used the rope to tie around his neck as she took a seat on the desk, placing her foot on the back to the chair to choke him if he struggled. This was the last time a man used and abused her. If he didn't listen, she'd just kill him.

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[Andrew James Ferris]

For a moment, Andrew felt like he was waking up, at home in his own bed. That was, until he realized he couldn't move. His eyes snapped open, but he shut them immediately, his entire body reacting to the chloroform. He felt sick and sore. Slowly, he opened his eyes, trying to take in the scene around him.

Andrew turned his head, seeing Sheila. He realized they were back in the supply closet, although this time he was tied up and Sheila was holding a noose around his neck. "Sheila! What the fuck is wrong with you!" He struggled and fought, the duct tape holding strong. "You... stupid... cunt... GODDAMNIT LET ME OUT!" He screamed, pissed off and ready to kill the bitch.

[Sheila Louise Bradel]

Sheila tensed when he woke, instantly pulling on the noose as he spat insults and threats at her. Her foot pressed on the back of the chair as her hand pulled the rope, choking him tremendously. She reached in her pocket and grabbed her cigarettes and a lighter, needing one badly.

"The last thing you want to do right now is fucking insult me." She lit the cigarette, blowing the smoke at the back of his head. Sheila wrapped the rope around her wrist and yanked again, letting out a small laugh.

"Oh, Dr. Ferris, you aren't the only sick fuck around here. You're testosterone clouds your mind. You have no idea what i'm capable of, and yet, you tried taking advantage of me." Sheila took another drag and leaned forward, pulling the rope as her lips touched his ear.

"If your temper wasn't so bad, you could be in a hell of a lot better situation than you are now." She bit his ear before leaning back up, letting the rope loose enough for him to breath again.
No one fucks with her and gets away with it. Not without payment.

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[Andrew James Ferris]

Andrew felt the rope tighten, and he coughed and sputtered, feeling the air being crushed out of him. He also felt the burn of the rope and the start of a bruise. Now he'd have to wear sweaters under his labcoat. This day was only getting worse. He felt her mouth on her ear, and somewhere, he still loved it. Something about the whole situation was arousing. And if he hadn't been the one tied up and tortured, he'd rip Sheila apart right then and there.

Andrew waited for her to release, then breathed. "Damn... you sure know your shit..." He said, breathless. He held a small level of respect for her. It wasn't often a woman over powered him. Or rather, no woman ever overpowered him. "You're sexy when you're angry." He said, sputtering a laugh. He knew better than to taunt her, but it wasn't like he was getting out of there any time soon.

[Sheila Louise Bradel]

Sheila flicked her cigarette and walked to stand in front of him, placing her foot between his legs, pushing back and pulling the rope forward, getting his head closer to her own.
"I find you disgusting." She spat at him, holding the cigarette dangerously close to his face.

Her blue eyes ran over his face and down towards his irritated neck. She smiled and pulled his collar down, exposing his collar bone.
"I hope this scars." She said before placing the end of her cigarette on his pale skin. She only left it there a few seconds, but that was enough to leave a decent mark.

Sheila pulled back and took her seat behind him again.
"Now, If you ever try to hurt me or touch me again, I will do a lot worse than choke you. Do you understand?"

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[Andrew James Ferris]

Andrew grinned at her angry words. Something about her anger and dominance turned him on. "C'mon Sheila, you can do better than this..." He grinned in her face. As she bent him down, he tensed his muscles, waiting for the pain. It hit him like a tidal wave. Part of him loved it, the other part screamed in anger and pain. Unfortunately, that was the vocal part. He snarled up at her, breathing hard with a slight growl.

"Oh Sheila, there is so much you don't know..." Andrew smiled eerily. Though, the smarter part of himself spoke up. "However, given my current predicament, I'll bite. I understand, Nurse Bradel." He gave her sarcastic authority in his voice. They both knew that this wouldn't end there. They knew way too much about each other. Andrew just smiled sadistically up at her.

[Sheila Louise Bradel]

Sheila nodded and rolled her eyes, listening to his snarky remark with no emotion. She wasn't about to just cut the tape off this guy and let him go, free of charge. She hated men who felt they held authority because of their 'title'. The only way he was a good doctor was because he was born a fuck up. He used his powers, not his brain. To Sheila, those were two different things.

"Do I have to hold a fucking lighter to your face?" She kicked the chair, sending him backwards, the desk catching him before he could fall.

"There is nothing I want to know, I just want you to leave me the fuck alone. Do you think your creepy self could handle that?" She paced, thinking of how she'd get out before he could, ensuring her safety. She checked the clock outside the door, it was the end of her shift. Sheila popped her head back in the closet and locked the door, walking straight to the older shelves in the back. Her fingers grazed the bottles, looking for any type of tranquilizer.

"Ah ha!" She said, grabbing another bottle of chloroform, this stuff had become her bestfriend tonight.
Sheila grabbed a rag out of the cabinet and a face mask. She placed the mask on and walked towards Dr. Ferris, taking a seat in his lap.

"Try not to move." She said, her voice muffled by the mask. She grabbed the rope and wrapped it around her wrist, holding him still. She took the rag she had doused in the liquid and pressed it against his nose and mouth while pulling him towards her chest, her hand with the rope pressing against the back of his neck.

Any second now, he'd be out.

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[Andrew James Ferris]

A devilish grin flashed across his face. "You know what, Sheila, I just might like that. You can be as rough as you like." He chuckled, amused by the idea of her actually getting a lighter out. He hadn't lied though, a part of him loved the idea.

Andrew tensed as the desk caught his chair, a sharp pain ricocheting off his back. He grimaced, watching her. "Really, the chloroform again? What if I just promise to behave?" He smiled as politely as possible, but saw she couldn't be shaken. He was absolutely fucked.

"Come on Sheila, why don't you just sit in my lap and untie me like a good girl? We can mess around if you'd like..." He smiled and winked at her, but as she started moving in on him, he dropped all emotion. He glared up at her as he inhaled the nasty fumes, knowing there was no way around it. "You'll regret that you filthy cunt." He spat, as he slowly fell unconscious.