Thread: The Experiment on Mackensie Jackson By RobBase086 and BurningWillows

Inside Mackensie was screaming, trying to wrestle control of her body. But nothing worked. She could hear her voice moaning, see herself responding to Valentine's touch and hated it. Hated all of it. I must have been drugged, she realized, Whatever that science lab was making, I got it in my system somehow! When he laid her on the bed Mackensie tried to close her eyes and block it out but again, she was helpless. Whatever controlled her lapped up the attention, murmuring back the words, money, power...sex... Mackensie tried to drown it all out, feeling him enter her and despising herself when she moaned loudly in response. The sex seemed to last forever, Valentine and herself wrestling in the bed, while inside she squirmed and cried and wished desperately she could have her body back. When he finished in her she cried out, one part of her in ecstasy the other in terror. He lay back beside her, and Mackensie vaguely heard her voice saying she needed to go, or she'd be late to a party. He waved her away, watching her as she redressed and let herself out. Even back on the street, Mackensie still had no control over her body, as she sauntered down the block. Thirty minutes later she was at the party, having missed the preparations and making in just in time. She acted normally at first, chatting with friends, drinking coolers and flirting with men. And although Mac had no control she felt herself relaxing finally, hoping whatever drug she took would eventually wear off. And when it did she would give Dr. Valentine a piece of her mind. A few hours into the party and she was still drugged, but she didn't care. The alcohol was making her woozy, the music was loud and blaring in her ears, and her body hummed and danced along. Someone was grinding behind her but she ignored him, letting herself flow with the music until he grabbed her wrist and pulled at her. Where are we going? she heard herself giggle. You told me you were taking me to your place, he teased, but there was an air of truth to his voice. But I'm not ready to go, she sighed, trying to tug free. We are leaving, he muttered, yanking her harder so that she cried out. Asshole, Mac thought and for once the drug seemed to agree. Let me go, her voice growled, a touch of something dark behind it. C'mon baby, he sighed, seeming to tell she was upset, You promised. She seemed to resign and follow him out the door, but her body was rigid and tense, and when he called a cab and driver asked for the address she prattled out Valentine's. They arrived at the house five minutes later, at almost two in the morning. She knew Valentine should be asleep, so why was her alter ego so relaxed and sure about her choice as she walked up the steps and pretended to look for keys in her purse. Must have...forgotten...at party... she muttered as she searched, even though Mac knew she had no keys for the front door. Come to my house baby, he purred, and her alter ego flinched. I'd rather stay here, she murmured, bending down to look at the tiny garden beside the steps, Maybe someone left a spare key under one of these stones. Like a flash of lightening she flipped around with a rock in her hand and smashed it into his skull, knocking him unconcious. Mac yelped as the man crumbled, but her alter ego only sighed and walked over his body, pressing the button beside Valentine's name on the Call List beside the door. After a few minutes his voice grumbled something over the intercom and Mac answered with a flirtatious, Hey babe. Got a present for you. Immediately they were buzzed in. It didn't take much to drag his body into the elevator. Mac had no idea when the drug would wear off, or what she was about to do.