Conflicting reflexes

Full of anticipation, he opened the basement door. She was awake! As he had left her, she still had been out from the chloroform, slumped, only held up right by the stocks.But now she was standing in them, wide awake and definitely not happy to see him, a mixture of fury and fear in her wide, blue eyes.

"Who- who are you?! What IS this? Where are my clothes? Don't LOOK at me, you pervert!"

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