Elena Harper - Her Turn

3rd and final pic of this set.

She soon found herself in an operating room of some kind, still squirming and trying to claw her way out of the doctors grasp, every muscle in her body working to get free.

Soon enough, they wouldn't be working at all. Not for a while anyway.

Elena felt something sharp pierce her thigh, a shrill shriek exiting her throat, looking back in terror as she saw a needle puncturing her skin, injecting...something into her.

Something which took hold of her at a terrifying pace.

She already felt her limbs going dead, all signals they were meant to be sending replaced with static, her legs limp, and her previously furiously scratching hands and fingers losing strength by the second.

She made an effort to crawl, dragging herself across the floor in a haggard fashion, the Doctor simply watching her futile escape attempt, every movement getting harder, feeling in her body disappearing, vision going blurry, and then dark.

Before long, Elena Harper was sprawled out on the floor, all consciousness faded, nothing more than a life size doll in the grip of the Doctor, who picked her off of the floor, laying her out onto the near by operating table.

She would make a good subject. The best one so far...