Once more, the captive Lena Oxton gradually awoke from her unconscious state. Her head felt like it was pulsating and there was a severe pain on her cheek. She stretched the muscles around her face by moving her mouth around, which only made the pain more apparent. She felt cold, not freezing, but just enough to make her uncomfortable. It was odd, as if solely her body was cold, for her head was dripping with sweat. When she acknowledged this feeling, her body shuddered. She went to hold her arms in an attempt to warm herself, but of course, her hands were restrained.
Lena didn't want to wake up, she was still half asleep even. Periodically her eyes would open and scan the blurry room before her, then promptly close. There was no telling how much time passed in between her waking moments. Eventually, her eyes fully opened suddenly with a quick gasp. Naturally, she got a better look to see that she was in the same room she had been in before. The prisoner looked down and let out a high pitched screech and began to breath heavily as she saw what was before her.
Her accelerator which, of course, glowed a light blue from her chest and back. However, when she looked down at it, the light now had a blood red hue. Nothing else was changed except for the light. Her first thought was that her anchor was malfunctioning, but that has never happened before. Lena couldn't think of any other scenario, for the red light made her panic. That accelerator, even though Lena hates it, is the only thing that keeps her from disappearing. But now, she doesn't feel safe with it on her chest.
She desperately tried to free herself from the restraints, but to no avail. She shook, stirred, grunted, the whole nine yards, but nothing changed the fact that she was alone in a cell with a foreign looking device on her.
"Come on Lena, Calm down." She told herself
In response, she took a deep breath and looked down at the light. She noticed that her flight jacket was off of her and she only had on the white tank top she usually wore under, hence why her arms were so cold. In addition to the light being changed, Lena saw that the harnesses that held the accelerator on her were altered. They looked more high tech, for they acted as locks that would not allow anyone to remove the anchor.
Upon noticing that, Lena started to panic again, an action that has plagued her so frequently in these past couple of days. Sweat formed on her brow and her hair fell to her eyes. She tried blowing it away, but her hair stuck to the perspiration, making her more frustrated now that she could hardly see.
Lena neared her breaking point in the uncomfortable chair. She wanted to scream, cry, kill, and go home, in no particular order. Home...she closed her eyes tightly and steadied her heart rate, which had recently been accustomed to the high blood pressure in these stressful times.
Lena began to think about a life where you and her could settle down. How nice it would be to have all the time in the world with you, where neither of you had any obligations. You two could stay up late cozied up next to one another on a regular basis, then sleep in the next morning, then spend the day however she sees fit. She can go back to being your princess who kept your attention all the time, just like the first time she met you. Why did that lockdown ever have to end?
What if Lena could have a child, a daughter that she so wanted? Lena began to think about a small, adorable baby girl that shared features of both you and her. Oh how Lena would spend every waking moment with the young child if she could. Holding her, playing with her, or just staring at her. When the girl would grow up, Lena could style her hair just like hers, and Lena and you could tell her all sorts of stories. The time traveler could show her the power that the accelerator had, blowing the young one's mind. Lena imagined the daughter trying on her flight jacket and goggles that would obviously be too big for her. Lena just wanted to hold that daughter of her own, feel her little soft hands hugging her back, or your hands, she wasn't too picky right now. Just the images in Lena's mind made her heart melt. For the first time in her stay here in this Hell, Lena smiled.
