Initially, she didn't hear anything and so she pressed her head up against currently, the only barrier that denied her freedom, as far as she could, realizing that her eye horns were not really helping in this task. With a bit of reluctance, she focused on them and slowly retracted them out of sight, this granting her the few inches of clearance that she needed. Her internal ear pressed up against the door but not very hard, otherwise she would end up muffling anything that was audible further than necessary. She listened closely, quieting her mind by pushing all thoughts towards the back of it as to concentrate on the current goal and now she did hear a voice...no...two. But, it was impossible to tell exactly what they were saying, the speech was much too distorted. Slightly she growled in annoyance and tried to use her psychic based secondary mutation to hopefully get an inside scoop. However, there was a problem...she could not reach out past the wall and tried again, still nothing. Fuck...well, she knew what that meant, the room she was in had lead lining outside of it and very much likely on all sides and it meant that despite the “homey” interior...there was more than just wallpaper and wood around her.

It dawned on her that this situation was going to require brains, not brawn, more than ever was she thankful that she had not gone completely feral upon that fateful night. He did say that if she was a “good girl”, ugh that thought disgusted her, he would or might send in one of his goons in for feeding purposes and it seemed that was going to be her way out. She would have to be careful, one wrong move and any opportunity to take the orderly by surprise would go clean out of that room. The restraints were pretty much toast in her efforts to remove them, but if she could hide it well enough, the unsuspecting orderly might still come in. From what she saw of the room, there weren't any cameras around so she could possibly have the element of surprise yet and he might still be unaware to her improved condition. Without knowing how much time was left, she quickly walked over to the remains of the restraints and picked them up in her maw, piling to where she had originally woken to...near to where the drool puddle laid.

Now came the task of hiding her true range of motion, she laid down and tucked her limbs underneath her, carefully placing the bigger pieces of cuffs over her wrists. She worried the orderly would see the blue in between the brown and refuse to come further inside, but it would have to do and she hope for the best. Next, she put a piece over her ankle, the other hidden from view so she didn't have to worry about it. Finally, she laid a part of the larger tail cuff to approximately where it was before and laid the tail to hide the end of it from view. This was going to be the only chance she was going to get and so had to make it count, failure...was not an option now. She laid there, wondering how much longer she would have to wait and began to second guess as to the lack of cameras in the room. What if he had seen it all? What if he was waiting for her to sleep? Would the food be drugged and if she refused, would she still feel the prick of a needle piercing her flesh?

As her thoughts began to wander from where they should be, she was snapped back as there were more clicks than there should have been for a doorknob. It was showtime, she laying as still as she could and trying to maintain the appearance of being restrained. Her head turned from the door, she only hoped that the orderly wouldn't notice the torn reins hanging from the wall nor the lack of a strap at the back of her head. She listened as the orderly drew closer, the wheels softly squeaking as the cart was pushed ahead and soon they fell silent, as did the footsteps of the worker. It was tempting to strike now, but no....the orderly was too far, that much she could tell just by listening. Laying there became harder as she started to worry that the man or woman wouldn't come any closer, 'Be patient...might be doing documentation or something.' Sure enough, her guess was correct as she heard the fiddling with a clipboard of some sort and a pen scribbling something on paper, a few strokes later and the board was put down with its writing instrument.

Footsteps drew closer, she was both relieved and more nervous than before...keeping her eyes closed to appear sleeping. She focused on the orderly, was it a woman or was it a man who might be brazen enough to try his luck? Fortunately, having her eyes closed increased her brain's focus to the nostrils and her sensitive sense of smell..as well as other senses. The scent was light and flowery, no doubt that the orderly was a woman and shouldn't be much of a problem to overpower, providing that there were no surprises that is. Finally, at long last...she felt an unwelcoming touch to her flank and her eyes popped open, cracking her tail hard. The speed of its movement allowing her to land the unsheathed weapon up against the woman's throat. “Scream and I promise that it will be the LAST thing you ever do in here.”

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Previously: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9823762/

Next Time: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9868554/