gwenswitch: ispinthespiral: She sat there, her eyes not moving. No words. Just light breathing. The
gwenswitch: ispinthespiral: She sat there, her eyes not moving. No words. Just light breathing. The breathing was so light, she could have been mistaken for a mannequin if people didn’t know better. Dr. Corso stood there and looked on at her with Timothy, extending his hand. “The device along her neck will keep her docile through the remainder of the wedding. Get through the vows, and starting Monday morning, I’ll have her on a steady dose of Dominor. Don’t you worry, in three weeks she’ll completely have forgotten about your…indiscretion,” the doctor smirked. Timothy looked relieved. Accidents happen, but nothing would stop him from having the life of his choosing. Not a bean-spilling mistress, not an angry wife-to-be, none of it. Now…about Caitlyn… So very much I am loving about this. -- source link