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It felt like there were a pair of weights on her eyelids as she finally came to. Grogginess and drowsiness clogged up her entire mind, unable to remember what had happened or where she was. After a few moments of struggling, Eliza finally managed to open her eyes, it taking a few moments for them to focus. From what she could tell she was still in the school, in one of the classrooms. Against the walls sat chairs, tables, stools, benches, a whole magnitude of miscellaneous objects that were piled everywhere. It seemed to be another abandoned classroom, this one used for access storage space.

Finding herself sitting in a chair, Eliza attempted to stand but was stopped. It wasn’t until then did she realize her hands were pulled backwards and around the chair, her wrists tied firmly to the back. She could feel the tug of her bindings during her attempt, the coarse rope tightening around her wrists as she pulled on them. She found her legs to be tied in a similar fashion, each tied to a separate side, forcibly spreading her knees apart.

While Eliza’s mind wasn’t working at 100% capacity, even in her groggy state she knew she was in a dangerous situation. Pulling at her bindings, Eliza tried fruitlessly to either loosen or slip out of the rope. Thinking back to Kat’s control of rope, she attempted to do the same, but her **** up mind couldn’t concentrate on using that power right now.

“Well well well, look who’s finally awake.” Said an all too familiar, all too bitchy voice. Strolling through the door came Heather with her small entourage.

“Did you fucking roofie me you bitch?! Let me go!” Eliza growled at her, well, as best as she could with the limited brain power she had access to. Heather simply laughed snidely, taking a seat on an old armchair from the library.

“It was stupidly simple honestly, though you don’t seem to understand just the kind of situation you’re in right now.” The corner of Heather’s lips curled up into a mischievous grin, resting her elbows on her knees as she clasped her hands together. “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? I know about your little fun time session you had at school the other day, and if you don’t want it to get out I suggest you do as I say.” Fuck, someone did see that. Eliza cursed herself for not being more discrete, though to be fair to her she had…other things on her mind. Either way, Eliza wasn’t just going to just roll over.

“Fuck off, as if I would do anything you’d say! You don’t have any proof! ” The smile on Heather’s face disappeared, her face scrunching up in distaste. Lurching up from her chair, she stepped forward and, before Eliza realized what was happening, landed a heavy smack with the back side of her hand. Eliza recoiled to the side, her cheek stinging from the sudden strike. “You bitch.” Eliza cussed under her breath, slowly looking back at her captor.

“Quiet you little slut.” Heather demanded. Her breathing was heavy with anger, her eyes staring daggers into Eliza. After a few moments her anger dissipated, the smug smirk reappearing on her face. As she started to talk, she began to circle around Eliza. “You know, I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be that easy. That’s why I prepared something in advance, something that for sure will make you mine.” The evil grin that formed on her face was enough to send chills down Eliza’s spine.

“And what would that be?” Eliza tried to say with sarcasm in her voice, though it came out shakier than she would have liked.

“Just a little surprise I cooked up for you. Once we're done here, you’ll be my little **** girl, doing whatever it is I want.” She said in an all too joyful tone. Heather turned her attention towards the two girls who were quietly watching as she went through her power trip. “Irene, go ahead and grab It from the bag.” One of the cronies nodded their head, turning around and rummaging through a bag set in the corner of the room. She placed an elongated, nondescript box on the table, to which Heather strolled to. Opening the top of the box, Eliza was not prepared for what she grabbed out of it.