Playing Along

There was something about the buzzing or humming in the room that was giving Kate a headache. When she focused on the sound, it made her feel a certain amount of calm. It was odd, as she was trapped in a room by herself. The last thing she should feel was calm. She sat and waited. How long were they going to leave her in this room? Surely they were curious what she was up to and someone should have been in to ask her or at least explain to her why she was being held against her will. The sound was starting to envelope her. Kate's mind started to feel fuzzy. More frighteningly, she realized that she was starting not to remember why she was even in the locked room. The sound was doing it. It was messing with her mind she came to realize as soon as she spied a security camera tucked away in the upper corner of the room aimed at her. Someone was watching her, waiting to see how she reacted to the sound. Kate stilled herself and tried not to change her facial expression. She refocused her thoughts and not the sound. The act itself gave her a headache, but she was rewarded with the fog being lifted from her mind. It was a test of wills to resist the sound, but Kate was determined. She kept her body still and her face blank. It was taking a lot of her mental and physical energy to fight the sound. She wanted to check her phone or watch to figure out how long she had been in the room, but Kate knew in doing so she would lose ground with her battle with the sound. Kate knew she had been at it for at least twenty or thirty minutes. She did not know how much longer she could ignore the buzzing.

Just as sudden as the buzzing humming started, it halted. Kate was relieved but quickly decided not to show it. They were watching her. They might have just stopped the sound, seeing that she had not moved for so long. Figuring whatever the sound was had done its work on her. She had to keep still and blank faced. Kate had a feeling this was what they wanted. It was really the only explanation on why the sound had stopped.

As on cue the door of the room opened, the sharp dressed man re-entered followed by an equally sharply dressed woman. The woman was dark-skinned and tall. Her finely tailored skirt suit fit her like a glove and showed off her model-like slender frame. She had silky black hair that she wore in a conservative up-do that accentuated the perfect bone structure of her face. The man looked at Kate and smiled smugly. It took everything for Kate not to recoil or react. The woman looked down at Kate was dark narrowed eyes. It looked as if she was waiting for Kate to react. Kate knew for sure now that the sound was supposed to have done something to her. Her sitting still and blank faced seemed to be part of it since the woman taking a long look Kate. Through college, Kate had worked a living mannequin to help pay her tuition. She knew how to play this game if this was what they wanted.

"It took her a lot longer to go under than the bums we picked up," the man said he knelt and got a closer look at Kate. He poked her hard on the shoulder. Kate only wobbled stiffly in reply. He then waved a hand over her eyes. She kept her gave blanked and focused beyond the two people before her. "She is cuter too..."

"Indeed," the woman replied in a sultry British accent. "She's educated unlike those vagrants, so the process would have been lengthy." The woman reached out and poked Kate on her cheek. Kate remained inert.

"What now?" the man asked as he touched Kate's chin, his thumb tracing her lower lip.

"Does her tour group know she has gone missing?" The woman asked, her gaze still locked on Kate. Still waiting.

"No, just our person who notified security once they saw that she snuck off." The man replied and stood.

"What's your name?" The woman asked, her dark eyes boring into Kate.

Kate gave her whole name, keeping her voice toneless to match her vacant look. It surprised her she could control her voice. Her nerves were starting to creep up on her. She had to keep focused on the act. Kate felt it was survival at this point.

"What are you here for Kate?" The woman prodded. Her gaze was still locked on Kate, expecting something.

Kate spoke truthfully. No point in lying, she thought. She figured out as much as these people were dealing with mind control.

"CCTV had her taking photos with her phone," the man said.

"Hand me your phone," the woman than ordered.

Kate, keeping her eyes forward, reached into her jacket and removed her phone and did as she was told without pause. The woman took her phone. She gave Kate another look. It was the first time that Kate saw that the woman was not looking at her as hard anymore. The woman was satisfied finally.

"Get her processed and added to the others," the woman ordered before turning to leave.

"Right away Dr. Ross," the man nodded at Dr. Ross' back as she left the room.

Kate felt some nervousness as soon as she left in alone with the man. The man looked over her like a piece of meat. It took more of Kate's will power that she did not know she had to keep from reacting. It was too late to turn around now. She would have to keep playing along with these people.

"I wish Dr. Ross would go through the process..." the man said looking over his shoulder at the now closed door. He turned his attention back to Kate. "...wishful thinking I guess..."

Kate remained silent and stared through man though his creep vibes were shooting all sorts of red flags in her head.

"Not that it matters, but I'm Chet..." the man said as he knelt before Kate once more. His hand drifted between Kate's thighs.

Kate was lucky that Chet's gaze had been cast downwards at her thighs, as Kate could not keep her eyes from widening in shock. By the time he looked back up at Kate's face, she managed to regain her focus.

"Well you won't being needed that fancy suit...where you're going so...Kate let's have you strip naked."