As she laid there on the clinical bed, totally afraid, he was poised with a syringe, drawing up a measure of clear liquid, and then expelling a squirt from the needle.
She was naked and afraid. Strapped to the bed with light restraints. She knew that if she called out no-one would hear her. She had tried that already, to no avail.
Slowly and steadily he applied a tourniquet to her upper arm and swabbed the skin of her inner elbow with a cotton ball soaked with alcohol. No need to risk infection by abandoning the basics of clinical injections.
When he was all ready, he gently inserted the needle into a vein and started to inject the potion into her. He was an expert, and she felt no pain. Slowly but surely he pressed the plunger home, delivering his potent drug into her body. She was conscious of a warm, tingly feeling for a few seconds as her body welcomed this new addition to the blood-flow. As it coursed her veins, and reached her vital organs, her heart and her brain, she realized that she had been totally wrong to resist. She knew that this situation was totally right.
Within a few moments, Dr Pete was able to remove her restraints. He knew she would not resist him any longer, and he knew that his plans for her would be a great delight to them both.
It had been months since he started work on his love potion. Weeks and weeks of research, followed by test after test, each with a new, unwilling candidate. None had been hurt, all had been released following the clinical trial, but none of the previous candidates had succumbed to his will in the way he now knew that Sandy would. Each of his trials had been carefully documented. All results fully analyzed. This was the culmination of his research. Now he was totally sure that Sandy was his, not just for a moment, but forever. As sure as his potion entered her veins, her body absorbed the potent drug and caused tiny changes happened in her metabolism, which meant that this process was irreversible.
Dr Pete was a slightly sad character, in his early 40's. Married to his work, never having time for a relationship. Now was the time for this to change. Now he would enjoy a vibrant relationship with this nubile 19-year old student from the university nearby. That was where he got all his candidates. He would hang out at the student's union bar, strike up a conversation with a likely girl and then quietly slip a quantity of tranquiliser into her drink, while she visited the ladies room. As they drifted off to sleep, he would help them out of the bar to his waiting car. None of the other students noticed anything amiss. They were used to seeing fellow students leaving the bar, unable to walk, from the effects of too much alcohol. None of them even considered that there was anything slightly sinister about a 40-year old escorting one of them away.
Sandy lay there on the bed, aware of her surroundings, but unaware how she got there. She felt warm, comfortable and safe. She cast her eyes around the room and they met the eyes of Dr Pete.
"Hello Sandy - how are you doing?"
"I feel fine, thanks"