Ella, Jamie and Sam, as the doctor had told them to call her, were sitting around a table discussing their course of action. Ella was polishing off her second glass of red wine while the doctor explained her methods. Ella couldn't keep her mind on Sam's voice if she'd wanted to. She'd never been one for details, had always left that up to her older brother, so long as things got done, she was happy. Jamie on the other hand was listening closely to Sam go through the lengthy, technical explanation. "I don't mean to be rude," Ella interjected, "But, I'm a bit anxious to get on with this."
Neither Jamie nor Sam seemed phased by Ella's bluntness. "Of course," Sam said, "I'm sorry, I tend to get carried away. All you need to do is tell me exactly what you want, then I'll write the program. The nanites will be injected directly into the patient's bloodstream starting off a reaction that will totally and irreversibly restructure the patient's body in any way that you desire. Once you've given me the specifics it shouldn't take me more than a few hours to have everything ready."
"Will she be asleep or awake for this?" Now Ella was paying attention.
"Well, it really doesn't make a difference in the outcome, although I must warn you that it can be an extremely painful and terrifying process, especially on a, shall we say, reluctant, subject. But in the end, the decision is entirely up to you."
"I want the bitch awake, I want her to see exactly what is happening to her." A tendril of heat was slowly spreading its way through Ella's body, the combination of the two glasses of wine, and ensuing vengeance. Jamie could see the slightly maniacal glint in her blue eyes; it was always there when his sister was planning torture. It made him want to fuck her right there on the table with the hot blond doctor watching. "How long will it take," Ella's voice snapped him out of his reverie; for a second there, he'd been picturing her writhing against the restraints. "I don't want her passing out, you can keep her awake, right?"
"Absolutely, a little adrenaline will take care of that, and as for the time, well, it just depends on the amount of restructuring."
"Perfect." Ella for once was detail oriented. She knew precisely what she wanted to happen to the pretty Megan. She gave the doctor her specifications and left her and Jaime to their work.
Three hours later Jamie found Ella at the stables, just dismounting from her black Andalusian stallion, Deimos. "Well," she questioned impatiently, "Is she ready?"