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When she was finally, blessedly free of the table once more, TK sat up and unstrapped the gag, gently pulling the thing from between her jaws...before hurling it to the floor with a angry, disgusted grumble. She worked her sore jaw around and tried to get some spit back into her mouth, muttering to herself, "Always with the gags, Doc. Would almost think ya didn't like the sound of my voice or somethin'..."

Shaking her head bitterly, the once-again-free tiger-girl swung her legs over the side of the table and hopped to the floor, retrieving her wayward armband and drawing it back into place with a satisfied smirk. Patting the thing absently, almost as if in gratitude, she trotted warily over toward the bars of her over-sized "cell", eyes scanning the chamber around her for anything which might aid in overcoming this next hurdle.

It was clear that she wouldn't be able to fit between the thick, silvery bars...even if she compressed herself as much as she could. They were just a bit too close together - another sign of the "custom-built" nature of this unholy complex. "Really pulled out all the stops this time, huh, Doc?" she muttered, with an odd mixture of grim resignation and heady unease. What else might await her in this place? And how long did she have? It couldn't be long, she knew; Sadarus was nothing if not attentive to his favorite captive-victim. TK had frankly been surprised that he wasn't there when she'd first awakened in that force-field prison...and his ongoing absence was starting to make her feel even more unsettled. Not that she wasn't thankful, of course...

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When she was finally, blessedly free of the table once more, TK sat up and unstrapped the gag, gently pulling the thing from between her jaws...before hurling it to the floor with a angry, disgusted grumble. She worked her sore jaw around and tried to get some spit back into her mouth, muttering to herself, "Always with the gags, Doc. Would almost think ya didn't like the sound of my voice or somethin'..."

Shaking her head bitterly, the once-again-free tiger-girl swung her legs over the side of the table and hopped to the floor, retrieving her wayward armband and drawing it back into place with a satisfied smirk. Patting the thing absently, almost as if in gratitude, she trotted warily over toward the bars of her over-sized "cell", eyes scanning the chamber around her for anything which might aid in overcoming this next hurdle.

It was clear that she wouldn't be able to fit between the thick, silvery bars...even if she compressed herself as much as she could. They were just a bit too close together - another sign of the "custom-built" nature of this unholy complex. "Really pulled out all the stops this time, huh, Doc?" she muttered, with an odd mixture of grim resignation and heady unease. What else might await her in this place? And how long did she have? It couldn't be long, she knew; Sadarus was nothing if not attentive to his favorite captive-victim. TK had frankly been surprised that he wasn't there when she'd first awakened in that force-field prison...and his ongoing absence was starting to make her feel even more unsettled. Not that she wasn't thankful, of course...

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