"Ohh... Unnhh... wha-wha's going on?" Bonnie slowly woke up, a headache behind her eyes. She tried to rub her head, but could move her hands. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a dark room facing a wall-sized projection t.v. A low-level white noise hum filled the room
Trying again, she couldn't move her arms. It was then she realized they were bound above her head. Checking her feet, she found they were also bound to the ultra-high-backed leather chair she sat in. Her head was also bound, with just enough movement to let her see she was naked.
"Wha... what the Hell's going on here? Where the fuck am I?" The petite, demure 24-year-old was both scared and angry enough to let the profanity fly. Realizing that her thighs were also bound to the chair in a way to expose her most private areas only compounded the language.
"All right, what the FUCK is going on here? Who's out there? Why are you doing this?"
"Ahh," answered an unseen voice. "You're awake, Bonnie. So good to see you up and about, so to speak. Are you enjoying this visit?"
"What the fuck do you mean, 'enjoying this visit?' I've never been here before, wherever 'here' is. Why am I sitting naked and trussed up in this oddball chair? Do you have any idea who you're dealing with here?"
"Ahh, yes, that's right. You, Bonnie Marie Fisher, probably don't remember your earlier visits. But Malinika certain does."
"Malinika? Who in the blue blazes is Malinika?"
"Let us show you."
"Us? Who the hell..." Bonnie's voice froze as the t.v. screen flared to life. There, in larger-than-life crystal clarity, Bonnie saw herself sitting in the chair she was in now. Except on screen, Bonnie was wearing powder blue panties and brassiere, and she wasn't bound or harnessed in any way.
"IDENTIFY"
"I am Malinika." Bonnie shivered, but not from the cool air striking her bare skin. Seeing her body on screen and hearing a muted version of her voice fill the room, Bonnie felt a fear she had never known. It wasn't just kidnapping, she realized. Whoever had her here had somehow pulled the ultimate in identity theft. They'd replaced Bonnie Marie Fisher's personality with this Malinika construct
"STATE YOUR PURPOSE"
"My purpose is to serve the colony."
"HOW DO YOU FULFILL THIS PURPOSE?"
"I serve other members of the colony as directed by the Enlightened Ones."
"WHEN DO YOU DO THIS?"
"When I am summoned." Bonnie shuddered again. These simple, direct answers had been delivered in an increasingly excited voice. The voice Bonnie Fisher used only when in throes of sensual ecstasy.
"Why are you doing this," Bonnie asked. "What do you want from me?"
"What we already have," replied the unseen voice. "Watch, and you will see." Try as she might, Bonnie could not pull her eyes away from the images of herself on the screen.