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Fighting Sleep...
Published: 2007-09-19 19:25:47 +0000 UTC; Views: 22509; Favourites: 158; Downloads: 269
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Description "NNNHH! Unh-unf!", TK muffle-growled raggedly, eyes widening in outraged alarm. "Gmmmpth thrrth thnnngh awrrfgh mnnn! Nnnfh! Stmph! NNNNRKH - ulmf!" Her furious tirade cut abruptly off into a smothered grunt, as the drug-dampened rag closed over her nose and mouth once again, the villainess' other hand cupping the back of her head and pressing the cloth hard in place.

"Shhh...Shhhhh...." the other girl murmured with false gentleness, as if soothing an unruly child, "It's okay..."

"Nnnrhhh..." TK groaned softly, eyes narrowing in strain and despair. Aside from that one small noise, she clamped down hard on her breath, determined to hold the stultifying chemical at bay for as long as possible. Her face was a fixed mask of strain, as she bent every fiber of her being to conserving what little air she had for as long as she could. Bit-by-bit, though, her brow furrowed a little more deeply, and the all-to familiar burning sensation began to build behind her ribcage. She knew she would have to breathe - and take the stuff in - eventually, but this was a matter of principle, of pride - of defiance. Whatever fate this sadistic witch had in store for her, TK wanted her to know two things: Firstly, that she wasn't afraid. And secondly, that she would never, ever give up. "Break" her? Yeah - that'd be the day!

But it appeared the mystery woman's patience was as limited as her sense of mercy, and after only a few moments of TK's stubborn resistance, the intruder shifted around to rest a knee against the middle of the captive tigress' back. Then she started pressing down with an even, steady pressure, gradually forcing what little thin air there was in TK's lungs, out through her nose. It was more uncomfortable than painful, and the move seemed not intended to cause her undue suffering - but it was horribly effective all the same. TK's miniscule air reserve dropped to nothing just as fast as that, and suddenly she found herself needing to breathe...which she did. The first indrawn breath hit her brain like a freight train, stifling sickly-sweet dampness wrapping around her mind like the coils of a python.

"Theeerre you go..." the cruel tiger-woman soothed with mock-sweetness so cloying it made TK's stomach churn. "Thaaat's iiit... Breaathhe it in..." And TK did, despite her best efforts to the contrary. She simply couldn't help it; her body needed air, and had staged a mutiny against the fast-fading commands of her mind. She let out little muffled, near-sobs as she coughed in tiny breaths, each chloroform-laden puff blowing her farther out from the shores of consciousness. "And when you wake up, we'll be far away from this nasty, big 'ol house...and where all the fun an' games're gonna be..."

"Ungh...nrrr... Plmf..." TK pleaded faintly, eyes fluttering as her vision dimmed to a fast-shrinking gray tunnel.

"Awww.... Whatsa matter? Issa wittle heewo all sweepy?" The laughter which followed seemed to echo and blur, as if TK's head and ears were buried deep in molasses. It felt like that too... The valiant tiger-girl's last fading flickers of consciousness screamed at her body to keep fighting, to stay awake! But her rebellious flesh just wouldn't listen, and gently drifted down, down into a place of death-deep, peaceful blackness...


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