Kim’s wrists ached as she came too. Manacles hanging from the ceiling where clamped around her wrists, which had held her body’s weight during her unconsciousness. She groaned and pulled herself to her feet.
“Good, you’re up KP.”
“Damn it Ron! What’s this all about?”
“It’s Billy,” he paused. “It’s all about you. It’s always been about you darling. Everything I did was to please you. The bumbling fool I was kept girls away so that I could attract your attention.”
Kim gaped, “Your nuts.”
“Only if you want me to be sweetie.” He traced a finger down her cheek, “I’ll be anything for you.”
“Then about you “be” sane and let me go?”
He paused and drew back his hand, “I can’t do that. Oh no…no no no…If I did that I wouldn’t have you would I?”
Kim wanted to hit him, but her wrists were too sore to support her to kick him. Not that it’d do any good considering the situation. “So what’s your plan Ron? Just going to keep me chained up until I die?”
“The NAME is BILLY.” He relaxed for a moment before continuing, “Oh no, I’ve managed to get a little help. You remember the moodulator I believe?”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would if it still existed. Unfortunately you broke it. I decided to settle on one of these nifty little patches instead.” He held up a small red square. “With this you’ll be mine forever.”
Kim swallowed. “How’d you get one of those?”
“It’s amazingly easy to convince people to do things when you prove that you don’t value their lives. In Drakken’s case it was after I’d stabbed his arm for the sixth time. For a coward he is surprisingly pain resistant.”
Kim shuddered. Thoughts of torture never sat well with her, and usually made her queasy. But this time there was a small bit of satisfaction in knowing that Drakken had suffered for once.
She rejected the feeling in disgust, and stared at Ron. Her eyes accused him of being more of a villain then anyone else she had encountered. “So where are we?”
“Like I told you before, Canada.”
Kim glared at Ron, but her stare was ignored as he adjusted her hair away from her forehead. With gentle pressure the red square was attached, and Kim’s eyes glazed over.
“Do you love me KP?”
“Yes Billy.”
“And you’ll be mine forever?”
“Yes Billy.”
“Good.”
Alright, it’s short, insane, and a plot setter. The question is, am I going for Mind Control again or am I hiding an ace in my sleeve?
Conspiracy theorists of the world unite!