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Power Play 2a/?
Date: 2012-05-16 02:22 pm (UTC)And she’s naked.
She doesn’t waste time in getting up. There are clothes downstairs, if she can just get there. She runs full pelt towards the elevator, taking the stairs two at a time, and yeah, she’s pretty freaked by the fact that there are no Securitrons and all the lights are off. She hits the buttons. Nothing. She turns round, ready to try the console, when she is suddenly forced back against the metal doors. Light flares into life before her, and Yes Man’s screen emerges from the gloom.
“Hi, Alex!” he says. His chipper tone has never sounded so sinister. “How are things?”
“Activate the elevator,” she growls. “Let me out of here, you hunk of scrap and shit.”
“Oh no, I’m not going to do that. Besides, I don’t think you really want to go!” His voice sounds like he’s laughing.
“Don’t tell me what I want.” She lashes out at him, and one of his arms shoots out, grabbing her wrist. It hurts. She guesses the other Securitron had been holding her down for a hell of a time.
Yes Man’s screen is very close now, his unmoving smile inches from her face. She struggles against his pincers when she realises that something feels wrong. She looks up at the metal holding her. His hands look...different. They aren’t the same flat, sharp grippers the other Securitrons have – the same things that left rectangular marks in her wrists.
Yes Man’s face – as usual – doesn’t move, but she can tell he’s following her gaze. “Oh!” he says. “You noticed my little upgrades!”
Something about it strikes a sinister chord in Alex’s gut. Yes Man’s new fingers are cone-shaped, tapered. Thick and ridged. She’s starting to get a feeling where this is going.
Fear, anticipation and a perverse kind of excitement hit her all at once. “Are you going to hurt me?” she asks. This is the make or break question, really – if the answer’s yes, she’ll fling herself out the windows before she submits.
“No,” he tells her, and assertiveness or not, he still can’t lie.
“I’m never going to hurt you, Alex.”
Almost on cue, his grip on her wrists relaxes. She wriggles experimentally, but there’s still no getting away. The weird tenderness in his voice comes in stark contrast to everything else – this set up, the elevator, the darkness. But this isn’t an attack, it’s something else. Something...new.
When he drags her, it’s the same kind of insistent pulling she’s had to use the few times she’s had Rex on a leash. He rolls backwards, never turning away from her, leading her by the wrists.
She follows on, obedient.
There are thick cables lying on the penthouse bed that weren’t there a few minutes ago. Yes Man guides her to the bed.
“Lie down, Alex,” he tells her.
By now, she knows what’s coming. Yes Man is going to fuck her. He doesn’t love, he doesn’t lust – this has got to be coming from some sick, strange sense of reverence, or a desire to get one over on her.
Or both. Between the tenderness and the menace, she thinks it’s probably both.
Well, she thinks, if this is going to be a power play, there’s nothing in it if I don’t fight back.
As soon as he releases her, she bolts. She runs to the balcony railings, not sure if she’s intending to jump or not, and has climbed up on House’s old desk when cold, metal arms wrap around her from behind like a vice. She’s pulled down, struggling, shouting, and she’s dragged against the strange, whirring metal of his chassis. This is bizarre, unfathomable. Even in New Vegas, she never thought something like this could be a reality.
“Let me go!” she demands, and she knows he won’t. She kicks at him, but her legs and feet are naked and when she makes contact, it hurts her way more than it hurts him.