The Rabbit's Den

Snare

When Trixie came to, she was lying on the floor of a concrete room. She felt dizzy, and disoriented. Slowly she stood up and made her way to the heavy steel door, it was locked. Banging on it she became very angry quickly. "I hear ya!" shouted a voice from the other side. The lock turned and the door opened, a stringy looking blonde in a white coat was standing next to a WOLF thug. She pointed a boney finger at Trixie and stated, "You need to come with me, you have to be washed up before we check you out."

Trixie followed the woman, mostly because the WOLF jerk kept poking her when she deviated, glancing into a room or hallway as they passed. They came to a room with a single glass door shower in it. "Over there, I assume you know how to use it?" Trixie nodded. The woman handed her three plastic jars, "This one is to wash your hair, this goes on after and this is for your body." She stared hard at Trixie before fetching another, "Here wash your hair twice, you're a mess." She turned and walked out with the man shutting the door behind her. Trixie went to the door, there was no interior knob.

While she was in the shower the woman returned, she took Trixie's clothes and placed clean white ones on a chair next to the shower, "Change into these, I'll be back in a few." She put the clothes on, simple hospital style gown and socks. The woman returned, "Come with me." Trixie spoke up, "My ass is hanging out." She turned and looked at Trixie, "After your examination you will get to change."

There were a couple other frightened girls in the room that she was lead to, boney fingers pointed to a chair, "You sit here, someone will draw some blood and take you to another room. There you will be assigned two nurses." Trixie sat and looked around. The little redhead next to her looked like a teenager, "Do you know what they are going to do with us?" She sounded very frightened. Trixie shook her head. "Probably experiment on us, that's what everyone says they do in this place." Came the blonde from across the room, "I'll kill myself before they do anything fuck up to me." Her eyes were even colder than Trixie's.

After having several tubes of blood drawn Trixie was forced down another corridor into yet another room, this one had a toilet; sink; and bed in it. She went over to the bed and sat, she waited then waited more. Nobody came. Hours crawled by, she couldn't hear anything outside of the room. Finally she laid down and dozed off.

"Miss?" Trixie opened her eyes, meeting the eyes of a very young nurse. She was small and blonde and didn't give off horrible WOLF vibes like everyone else so far. Behind her was however horrible WOLF vibes, another blonde but this one was tall and tragically skinny. "Miss we are ready for you, I'm Nurse Getty and this is Nurse Days." Trixie sat up wearily, she scanned both women. Days spoke from behind, "Don't do anything stupid or I'll taze you myself." She followed the nurses to yet another room. State of the art equipment sprawled across the entire room. "Lay there please, I need to do a sonogram." Getty pointed to the padded table.

Getty was gentile as she squeezed clear gel out of a bottle onto Trixie's belly, then pressed the sonogram machine down. She took several images, "Day, look at this." Day walked over, "We shouldn't interpret anything. Let Dr. Mullens look at it." Getty nodded, she turned back to Trixie, "I'm going to try and get an accurate medical history on you." she opened a computer, "What is your name?" Trixie looked around, Nurse Day left the room. "Trixie." Getty blinked at her. Trixie cleared her throat, "Just Trixie." Getty nodded, "We get a lot of that in here. Any known illnesses, communicable diseases, or addictions?" Trixie shook her head. Getty typed away, "History of STDs or pregnancies?" She shook her head again. "How many sexual partners have you had?" Trixie took a deep breath, "None." Getty stopped typing and glance at Trixie, "Really? So you menstruate?" Trixie rolled her hands together, "Yeah that happens." Getty continued to type.

Nurse Day came back into the room followed by a man. He was young, around Trixie's age, defiantly in better condition. Tan with dark brown hair, brown eyes and clean shaven face. He didn't even glance up at Trixie. "Set the table up for a pelvic." He ordered at Day, grabbing a blood pressure cuff. Wrapping the Velcro cuff around her arm he put his stethoscope on, and proceeded with it. "Hmm, very good." Getty typed away. He pulled the cuff off and took the scope to her chest, "Heart is good." He moved it to her back, thumping her a couple times. "Clear." More typing. He pushed her shoulder back laying her down, moving the scope to her stomach. He turned to Day, "Has she eaten since she'd been here?" Day shook her head. He walked to a chest and pulled out gloves, "Get her ready Day."