River found herself tied to a medical examination table, of a kind that was more than familiar to her. She was of course strapped down, torso, arms, and ankles wide; one strap went right across her hips, and one pressed across her breasts. The room was dark, except for a light focused on her. She waited, tense and poised for escape at the first opportunity.

She didn’t have to wait long before the door behind her opened, and footsteps approached her. She knew those footsteps, and didn’t like them one bit. She tried desperately to remain still and not struggle; there would be no chance for escape now, and she didn’t want to give Them the satisfaction of her fear. The steps stopped behind her head, and she felt a hand ease over her hair, down her face, and over the front of her shoulder, revealing its blue latex glove. She almost fainted with fear, a surge of adrenaline being all keeping her present.

“I’m not supposed to touch you, you know,” said a calm monotone. “But it’s hard to believe you are really here, after all our searching. ”

This hand continued directly down her body as he walked around to stand at her feet. “I really should be precise and correct my statement; I’m not supposed to touch you…yet.” She could hear a nearly soundless cart being pulled close to her. It was a bad angle for viewing, but she could vaguely see terrible instruments lying on it. The man’s thoughts as he touched the cart were horrid, and River quickly dampened them to a low drone.

“You caused us no end of embarrassment, as well as honest worry for you and the safety of others. You understand that we can’t condone such behavior, and have to be completely certain it won’t happen again. You need to abandon this silly idea that you are some sort of person. You need to learn that we own you.” He took an unseen item from the cart with a soft clink.

“My partner thinks that I should stick with more usual methods of interrogation. I have pointed out to him that we aren’t actually going to question you. He will look the other way,