More thin white lines with arrows at the ends. Numbers rolled like an overexuberant old fashioned odometer before finally stopping and flashing under them. They provided diameter and depth calculations. It was beginning to make sense like it usually did. Yes, she knew what it all meant. Problem was, that hole looked far away--looked as if it were getting farther away and the walls were closing in again. At the same time, she swallowed once more, closed her eyes--in the process creating darkness aside from the numbers and the lines--and then opened them.
It been a while since she'd felt like this. She'd been good from that night onward at not finding herself in a small room without a visible exit. It helped that she could see out; that was something at least. An exit, she reminded herself. A way out, she repeated in her head as she carefully prevented it from showing up on his screen as text--her thoughts.
"Workin' on it," she muttered softly before taking another deep breath in and reminding herself that it wasn't real, that she wasn't there, that it was just a tube not there. No white coats, no glass cylinder to be caged in, and no tests to be run.
As he spoke further, trailing off, she found it easier to not simply smile, but to grin. She loved the way he said 'oh' and then again with more fervor; as if he were only just realizing something in the context of her words. And he did. She chuckled with less resistance this time as she stared up at the hole and tested her hands--removing them from her knees even as they shook.
"Playin' 'ard to get, Fate?" she asked, voice a little stronger despite the edge of fear laced in it as she tried to stand. "I wager it'll still pay off. What're you wearin'?" The world wobbled and she found herself falling forward; hands smacked against the tube's wall and she gasped--eyes shutting immediately and calculations dropping out of sight.
"Buggerin' fuck," she snapped before slamming her fist into the steel; it bonged, rattling, and dented. She drew in a breath deep enough to be heard. Her chest heaved again and she carefully controlled her breaths--forcing them to slow.
At the affectionate pet name her anger, her fear, subsided somewhat and she forced air out of her lungs through her nose. As she opened her eyes once more, the wall was ignored in favor of his text--the warm stream he sent through their connection that settled below her abdomen and did... things.
And then came more. She couldn't help but be shocked enough to forget about her circumstances in all the time it took to hear his next words. But before that her brain was already working to disasemble the puzzle--thinking he had sent her something naughty. And that did appear before her eyes and thus on his screen.
Code, like before when she'd made the virus to mess with his language settings, fell in a stream of colors and symbols--as fast as thought. More screens blaring 'locked' and then 'access granted' appeared over and over as her brain worked. And code shifted too; symbols changed as well as color--letters and numbers--like a musical symphony; something more than code.
"Tease," she snipped even as she worked his game and split data. Layer over countless layer. "A proper apology--proper etiquette--would be sending me pics o' your pecker while your wankin' off." She snorted. "I'll make due."
As the code moved before her eyes she looked beyond it and remembered her location--hating it and hating what it did to her. She looked up again to remind herself there was in fact a way out. Now she just needed to get out. "Prat," she scolded herself shakily, pulling her shaking hands away from the wall as she stood fully erect. "No' you," she amended, "Me."
Standing was good. Not shaking like a terrorized chihuahua would be better. She forced her hands to push back on the sides of her duster and reach for two eight inch metal rods. It wasn't the most ideal of plans; in her current condition she could wind up right back at the bottom, but it would have to do.
With a push of a button and another exhale for strength, both came to life in her hands. Three foot beams of white light and laser shot out from either. She breathed in deeply before she jumped in place and dug both laser swords into the side of the tube and pulled up with a grunt--leveraging her feet against the tin can's wall.
At the same time, the stream of code stopped and the words 'complete' popped up just before his picture. Nice hands.... very nice hands. "You really do like to make me work," she said before leveraging again, yanking a blade out before it cut too far with her weight, and then stabbing it back in. "Tell me 'bout the tat."
It been a while since she'd felt like this. She'd been good from that night onward at not finding herself in a small room without a visible exit. It helped that she could see out; that was something at least. An exit, she reminded herself. A way out, she repeated in her head as she carefully prevented it from showing up on his screen as text--her thoughts.
"Workin' on it," she muttered softly before taking another deep breath in and reminding herself that it wasn't real, that she wasn't there, that it was just a tube not there. No white coats, no glass cylinder to be caged in, and no tests to be run.
As he spoke further, trailing off, she found it easier to not simply smile, but to grin. She loved the way he said 'oh' and then again with more fervor; as if he were only just realizing something in the context of her words. And he did. She chuckled with less resistance this time as she stared up at the hole and tested her hands--removing them from her knees even as they shook.
"Playin' 'ard to get, Fate?" she asked, voice a little stronger despite the edge of fear laced in it as she tried to stand. "I wager it'll still pay off. What're you wearin'?" The world wobbled and she found herself falling forward; hands smacked against the tube's wall and she gasped--eyes shutting immediately and calculations dropping out of sight.
"Buggerin' fuck," she snapped before slamming her fist into the steel; it bonged, rattling, and dented. She drew in a breath deep enough to be heard. Her chest heaved again and she carefully controlled her breaths--forcing them to slow.
At the affectionate pet name her anger, her fear, subsided somewhat and she forced air out of her lungs through her nose. As she opened her eyes once more, the wall was ignored in favor of his text--the warm stream he sent through their connection that settled below her abdomen and did... things.
And then came more. She couldn't help but be shocked enough to forget about her circumstances in all the time it took to hear his next words. But before that her brain was already working to disasemble the puzzle--thinking he had sent her something naughty. And that did appear before her eyes and thus on his screen.
Code, like before when she'd made the virus to mess with his language settings, fell in a stream of colors and symbols--as fast as thought. More screens blaring 'locked' and then 'access granted' appeared over and over as her brain worked. And code shifted too; symbols changed as well as color--letters and numbers--like a musical symphony; something more than code.
"Tease," she snipped even as she worked his game and split data. Layer over countless layer. "A proper apology--proper etiquette--would be sending me pics o' your pecker while your wankin' off." She snorted. "I'll make due."
As the code moved before her eyes she looked beyond it and remembered her location--hating it and hating what it did to her. She looked up again to remind herself there was in fact a way out. Now she just needed to get out. "Prat," she scolded herself shakily, pulling her shaking hands away from the wall as she stood fully erect. "No' you," she amended, "Me."
Standing was good. Not shaking like a terrorized chihuahua would be better. She forced her hands to push back on the sides of her duster and reach for two eight inch metal rods. It wasn't the most ideal of plans; in her current condition she could wind up right back at the bottom, but it would have to do.
With a push of a button and another exhale for strength, both came to life in her hands. Three foot beams of white light and laser shot out from either. She breathed in deeply before she jumped in place and dug both laser swords into the side of the tube and pulled up with a grunt--leveraging her feet against the tin can's wall.
At the same time, the stream of code stopped and the words 'complete' popped up just before his picture. Nice hands.... very nice hands. "You really do like to make me work," she said before leveraging again, yanking a blade out before it cut too far with her weight, and then stabbing it back in. "Tell me 'bout the tat."
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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