He should have known better than to fall asleep on me.
(Ok, pass out-- same thing.)
He should have known not to let go until I gave him permission.
He should have known I would punish him with his darkest fears.
And I did.
The table he lay strapped to could be moved into any position, including vertical. I adjusted it so he was upright.
I deliberately dropped a vial on the laboratory floor, leaving the broken glass scattered across the tile.
Then I got Enid here out of her cage and set her on the floor.
By morning she'd made her way up the ceiling and had begun dropping her way down on a strand of her beautiful spun silk.
When he woke, little Enid was hanging right in front of his eyes.
And she was hungry.
Don't fall asleep in my house.
You never know what's lurking in the corners.
~Your Nurse Most Perverse