Defiant

"How are you feeling today, [Name]?" 

The woman's eyebrow twitched diminutively before snarling at the man who dared to ask such a question. "Fucking dandy, what do you think?" 

"Now, now, play nice, puppet. Let's try this again. How are you feeling today, [Name]?"  

"And let me say this again: I'm feeling fucking dandy with these restraints around me," she replied calmly. Her gaze was unblinking as she stared up at him, his height towering eerily over her.  

"Do you really want to do this again?" the male asked quietly. His hands were hidden in the pockets of his white lab coat as he took a step closer to her. 

She warily eyed him as she unconsciously moved backwards with her feet scuttling against the metal bench. The sharp clangs of the chain restraints hit noisily against her seat. "Sasori, I will bite you. Stay away from me." 

The red-headed man shot her a tiny smirk. He drawled, "Please do. But in the meantime, little doll, it seems you haven't quite learned your lesson. Stay still, won't you?" 

She bared her teeth at him as her body tensed for his upcoming attack. He moved in closer, his hands shuffling in his pockets before he remarked, "Ah. There it is." He removed his left hand, revealing a hypodermic needle.  

"Sasori, I swear, do not prick me with that fucking-!" She was unable to finish her sentence when his hand swiped down swiftly to insert the substance.  

"That's Doctor Sasori to you, puppet. You're such a disobedient doll, aren't you?" His normal half-lidded eyes were full on alert with a dose of mischief and frenzy. 

"Fuck off," she slurred as the medicine spread quickly in a matter of seconds.  

"I'll see you in the morning, [Name]."