Bound

You wake up strapped down, some kind of mask pushing some gas into your face. The breeze says you're naked, your strength appears to have fled, and the room you're in is cramped and filled with medical gear. You start to scream and struggle immediately.

“You’re fine,” the Ring whispers in your ear, “Fire department ambulance.”

“Whoa, whoa, you're okay, you're okay…” a dark skinned man in an EMT uniform comes into view, pulling off your mask, “I'm Eric, your pulse was doing some freaky shit when you stumbled naked out of that inferno with a book bag. Best guess at the time was smoke inhalation, so we put you on oxygen.”

“What happened?” You ask both of them.

The EMT goes first, “Well… I'm supposed to let the police answer that, but given the spontaneous confession it's a foregone conclusion, so… well, we got a call for fire, police, and three ambulances, very specific and terse. The fire guys did their best to contain the blaze, and two guys got launched out of the inferno, shattering their legs on impact. They're waiting for emergency reconstructive surgery at the hospital. However, they were screaming their heads off about how some huge girl they **** turned into a monster and went berserk. On hearing that, a couple of the firefighters concluded there was someone still in there, and went in… only to have you collapse in their arms. They didn't find anyone else, but there was a lot of **** fueling that fire; they couldn't search far. Speaking of… are you OK if I take a blood sample?”

“Yeah, sure…” you reply, and the EMT starts in on a blood draw.

While he works, your guest fills in some missing bits. “You've been out for about an hour. I've been spiking your adrenaline periodically to keep your heart rate from crashing too badly… that's going to be the ‘weird shit’ he spoke of. When you went under, I took full charge of your body and the super form. The super form’s movement has nothing to do with electrical or chemical signals, nor does my consciousness, so I had full freedom to act. I smacked the two rapists around a bit, held them down while I placed the referenced call, set the place on fire, let them get a little burned, then threw them out feet first. The firefighters responded a little faster than I figured, so when I saw them coming in I collapsed the super form and let us drop into their arms. Still had your bag. EMT should know where it is. Both rapists are going to be heavily scarred and possibly crippled for life. The panicked confessions might get them convicted, might not… the blood draw and your torn clothes will certainly help with that. It's unlikely you'll be asked to testify, as the kind of **** that have that fast of a reaction also tend to interfere with memory. ‘She's confused by the **** from the real culprit’ would be a comparatively easy sell from the defense attorney.”

So many questions… later. For now, "Thank you,” you begin, “Umm… can I get up, and maybe have my clothes back?”

“I can get you your wallet, phone, keys and such…” the EMT cringes, “...as the police recognized those as being very necessary for modern living… but the book bag and rags that used to be clothes he took as evidence. You… won't be seeing them until after the trial, if then. And you really need to be checked out.”

“I can clear up the remaining damage with a piece of paper and ten minutes’ work,” the ring harumphs, “saving you the hassle of the medical bills. Now that you're awake, if you clearly say ‘I refuse treatment’ he's legally required to respect your decision to risk ****. He can hang around waiting for you to fall **** again, and if that happens he can treat you as medically appropriate, but that's it. In your case, you'll be fine, and are in the process of recovering: You're not going to collapse again any time soon.”

“Look,” you say to the EMT, “I was just **** by an evil man who wanted to **** me. Now I wake up naked and strapped in place and you're NOT letting me go when I ask nicely. Let's make this official: I refuse treatment. Let me out of this prison. NOW.”

“Look, you really…” he begins.

“HELP! POLICE!” You scream, “LET ME OUT! I'M BEING KIDNAPPED!”

“Okay, okay, jeeze…” he starts moving, slowly, “it takes a bit to do the straps, you really need…”

You are so tempted to use the ring again, but he's mostly a good guy and is just dragging his feet because ‘naked woman’. “Lie,” you yell at him, “They're basically buckles, because they NEED to go on and off quickly. Quit it with the UNLAWFUL IMPRISONMENT.”

“Look at me, actively letting you go,” he rolls his eyes as he - very slowly - opens the buckles one at a time.

And then another voice joins in, “Dude, seriously, she said she wants out. Why did you get her fully strapped into a spinal board anyway? There's no indication of a neck injury.” You look around with your limited range of motion as the EMT finally starts moving quickly. “Also, I need to ask her some questions.”

Ah, the screaming attracted an actual police officer. Yay.

“Remember: Sedatives make for poor memory. You're not expected to be very coherent,” the Ring advises as the officer in blue approaches.

“So… once you're out of the straps…” the officer glares at the EMT, who is definitely working faster, now, as you can at least sit up… which makes your bare boobs obvious, you cover up with an arm, blushing, as the officer continues, “...we'll need a statement. Whatever you cam remember.”

As the EMT removes the last of the straps… yep, definitely nude… the officer hands you a clipboard and pen….