A Revealing Quietus
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The gas and oxygen mixture pumped into the airtight enclosure had the desired effect of making his dupe unceasingly docile. Her photo on the cover of an obscure magazine had caught his eye, and the snippets of information he gleaned from perusing the interior article regarding the feature further intrigued him (Link). Like past subjects of his fixation, he had little difficulty acquiring further data that aided him in his pursuit. His unseen manipulation traded on her inherent curiousity to lure her into investigating puzzling events, a solitary probe that inevitably led to this vacant warehouse in an all but abandoned industrial park on the outskirts of town. Removed from a jungle environment, her keen sense of impending danger was tempered and she had little time to react to her feeling of alarm before the tranquilizer dart pierced the nape of her neck. The instrument for his strike, and the location of the attack, had been chosen for the tactical advantage and the irony, and upon her arousal she found herself in a trap far removed from her ordinary experience. He enjoyed the juxtaposition between her comfort in the wild and the predicament in which he had ensnared her. Constantly regulating the gaseous mixture to achieve the desired result, he toyed with the diminutive adventurer, repeatedly drawing her into semi-consciousness before plunging her back into torpid insensibility with each sentient moment arriving at the seeming cost of yet another article of her clothing. She was vaguely aware that she was gradually being stripped, but, impotent to prevent her exposure, modesty was her least concern during her brief moments of clarity and the fog in her mind left her oblivious to the documentary record of her capture which was being created. As she slumped forward listlessly, her flesh pressed slackly against the glass, the stupefied subject of his depredation offered no response to his declaration that the next time she awoke would be the last. Upon her complete denuding and return to the translucent trap, the fan injecting gas and oxygen into her pen would be reversed and the air would be siphoned away to form a vacuum, ultimately resulting in her painful demise. He offered no reason for her fate, only that coming to his attention sometimes required such a result. Although her thoughts were engulfed in a dark haze, Alina understood that her opportunity for escape was almost at an end and she needed to rouse herself from her stupor before her time ran out! Continue to Finale Back to Alina Stories

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