Exhausted and broken as she was, though, TK didn't stay under for long. The feeling of someone jouncing and jostling her upper body slowly dragged her toward wakefulness. She fought hard to follow those vague, dull sensations back to the waking world, her mind not really acting on anything conscious...sheer instinct telling her that it was vital she wake back up. Now!

And as her eyelids cracked open, with a soft, weak, "Nnngh...", TK began to realize why. Sonya was busily chaining her back to that horrible bed. TK's legs and waist were already pinned, she could tell, and it seemed her left arm was about to become lost to her as well. But her right was still free, and the tape was gone from her mouth... Struggling to summon up the strength to actually do something, TK felt twin flares of cold fear and hot anger, as Sonya crooned, "Awww... You look terrible, kitten. Would the poor widdle heewo wike somethin' to hewp her sweep again?" The taunting, baby-talk tone of the villainous white tigress was more than TK could stand...


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On to "Ring Out..."