Let's try a little role-reversal.
Who: Libby, Simm!Master, Soubi
Where: Libby's cabin
When: First night of the flood, late at night.
Warning: Torture.
Notes: I've taken some liberties with the chemistry she's used--I sped the process up. If I didn't, she wouldn't be able to use it until after the flood's end.
It had been surprisingly easy to get "The Master" to her room. Most Inmates didn't come willingly, or course, but she usually had to hold them at gunpoint to get them to cooperate. Didn't they realize their potential? Didn't they understand that without her help, they would never be able to grasp it?
But Saxon hadn't required that, oh no. She'd simply tased him, looped his arm over her shoulder and half-walked him there, making soothing noises the whole way. If they would just cooperate, she wouldn't need to calm them down...poor things. It simply couldn't be helped.
After securing him, it was just a matter of binding him to a chair in front of the projector screen while he was still dazed. She never did understand why her room was set up in such a way, but it had the handiest fixtures. Clearly, the Admiral expected what she would bring to his ship. She'd set up her laptop and hooked it to the projector some time ago, after finishing the images and music. Various "tools" were laid out on a small side table; some she'd put together herself, and some came ready-made from the Infirmary. They sat next to a fresh, deep blue-purple flower. There was some sort of wheeled machine in one of the corners, but she didn't think she'd have to use it on him.
Pulling up another chair, she sat down casually, diagonally from and facing him. "Wake up, sleepyhead," she said softly, giving one of his shoulders a little shake.
Where: Libby's cabin
When: First night of the flood, late at night.
Warning: Torture.
Notes: I've taken some liberties with the chemistry she's used--I sped the process up. If I didn't, she wouldn't be able to use it until after the flood's end.
It had been surprisingly easy to get "The Master" to her room. Most Inmates didn't come willingly, or course, but she usually had to hold them at gunpoint to get them to cooperate. Didn't they realize their potential? Didn't they understand that without her help, they would never be able to grasp it?
But Saxon hadn't required that, oh no. She'd simply tased him, looped his arm over her shoulder and half-walked him there, making soothing noises the whole way. If they would just cooperate, she wouldn't need to calm them down...poor things. It simply couldn't be helped.
After securing him, it was just a matter of binding him to a chair in front of the projector screen while he was still dazed. She never did understand why her room was set up in such a way, but it had the handiest fixtures. Clearly, the Admiral expected what she would bring to his ship. She'd set up her laptop and hooked it to the projector some time ago, after finishing the images and music. Various "tools" were laid out on a small side table; some she'd put together herself, and some came ready-made from the Infirmary. They sat next to a fresh, deep blue-purple flower. There was some sort of wheeled machine in one of the corners, but she didn't think she'd have to use it on him.
Pulling up another chair, she sat down casually, diagonally from and facing him. "Wake up, sleepyhead," she said softly, giving one of his shoulders a little shake.