"Bound and Exposed"

Cassidy's struggles finally began to subside as she realized she was getting nowhere, her body screaming in agony as she lay pinned down. Her eyes locked onto Gojo's, a mix of desperation and fear reflected in her gaze. "What do you plan to do to me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, shaking slightly as she struggled to hold back tears. Gojo's expression remained impassive, but his eyes seemed to gleam with a hint of curiosity, as if he was studying a rare and fragile specimen. "I was supposed to bring you to my bosses," he said, his voice low and even, "They've been searching for you for a while now." His words dripped with an air of foreboding, and Cassidy's heart sank at the implication. She had a feeling she wouldn't like what happened to her if she was turned over to his bosses. As Gojo continued to speak, his eyes roved over her face, taking in her features with an unnerving intensity. "However, when I saw you...I have to admit, I was surprised." His gaze lingered on her hair, which had been bunched up under her back, pulled out of the way by the pins that held her down. Gojo's eyes seemed to burn with an unspoken fascination as he reached out to gently lift her head up. "Let's get this hair out of the way," he said, his fingers deftly removing the pins that held her hair in place. As he lifted her head, her long brown locks cascaded down her back, extending halfway down her torso. Gojo's eyes flicked over her hair, and then he began to gently brush it out of the way, tucking it behind her shoulders. The intimacy of the gesture made Cassidy's skin crawl, and she felt a wave of panic wash over her as Gojo turned his attention back to her chest. She winced as he picked up the medical tools again, her anxiety spiking as she realized he was going to continue with the stitches. The cold metal seemed to gleam in the dim light, and Cassidy's mind reeled with the thought of being at Gojo's mercy. "I'm sorry," Gojo said, his voice a little softer than before, but offering little comfort. "I know this isn't pleasant. But it needs to be done." His words were a stark reminder that she was at his mercy, and Cassidy gritted her teeth as Gojo began to work on her stitches, his hands moving with a precision that was both reassuring and unsettling. As the needle pierced her skin, Cassidy felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. She was trapped, bound and helpless, with no escape from Gojo's ministrations. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she had to keep fighting, no matter what. But for now, she was at Gojo's mercy, exposed and vulnerable. The air seemed to thicken with tension as Gojo worked on her stitches, his eyes fixed on her skin with an unnerving intensity. Cassidy felt like a specimen under a microscope, her body laid bare for Gojo's examination. The sensation was suffocating, and she knew she had to find a way to escape before it was too late. But as she looked up at Gojo, she saw only an unreadable mask, and wondered what lay ahead.