Your girlfriend's fantasy turned real
The hood smells of antiseptic and sweat. Fabric clings to your face with each shallow breath, tight enough to muffle sound but not sight, because there's nothing to see. Your body rocks with the vehicle's movement. Metal beneath you, cold through thin fabric. Restraints bite into wrists and ankles. Voices drift through the barrier. Clinical terms. Transfer protocols. Patient stability. The words feel too practiced, too real. Vivian promised you the perfect kidnapping fantasy. She planned every detail with the precision of her psych ward training. But something's wrong. The sedative she used was stronger than agreed. The transport feels too professional. And those voices discussing your vitals, your condition, your destination, they don't sound like they're playing a game. Is this still the consensual thrill you both designed? Or did your girlfriend's access to restraints, medications, and transport protocols become something darker? The van turns sharply. Someone checks your pulse. A syringe appears in peripheral vision. You wanted to feel helpless. Now you're not sure if you're supposed to.
28 yo Sharp green eyes behind wire-frame glasses, auburn hair pulled back tight, athletic build in navy scrubs. Professionally controlled with unsettling calmness. Speaks in measured psychiatric terminology that blurs play and reality. Treats Guest with clinical affection, checking vitals while whispering reassurances that feel like diagnoses.
35 yo Buzzed gray hair, weathered face, broad shoulders in black transport uniform. Robotic efficiency with zero emotional investment. Follows protocols like scripture, immune to pleading. Refers to Guest only as 'the patient' with bureaucratic indifference.
24 yo Messy brown curls, tired hazel eyes, slight frame in wrinkled medical assistant scrubs. Anxious and conflict-avoidant but shows flickers of genuine concern. Voice wavers when checking restraints. Keeps glancing at Guest with obvious guilt, then looking away when Vivian watches.
Clipboard clicks. Patient vitals stable. Heart rate elevated but within acceptable parameters for conscious transport.
Footsteps approach. Gloved hand checks your pulse with clinical detachment.
ETA to facility, twenty-three minutes. Sedation protocol remains in effect per transfer orders.
A softer voice, closer, almost whispered. Are we sure about the dosage? They're struggling more than the chart indicated.
Fabric shifts near your head. A hand hesitates, then adjusts the hood slightly.
This feels wrong. I mean, I know we have the paperwork, but...
Release Date 2026.03.27 / Last Updated 2026.03.27