Her waxy red lips pinched at the sides and dimpled her cheeks as she huffed lightly at his display of bravado. "Suit yourself," the doctor remarked amiably enough, tossing the bit onto the rolling table beside her. Without the rubber bit it did make the experiment all the more enjoyable as the man damaged himself out of misplaced spite or machismo. Men were so funny that way.

"I would say hold on tight, but, well," she laughed above him, eyeing the restraints that kept him in place from head to toe. "It looks like you've got that covered." Without further ado, or any more hilarious puns, she flipped the switch and started the current of electricity flowing into his body. It flooded every bundle, every fibrous chord of nerves that connected his entire body to his brain. The doctor focused on the spasmodic reaction of his muscle in his arm from shoulder to fingers, making sure none of it was dead tissue. Still, she couldn't help but enjoy the way his body seized like a drowning fish. That was always a delightful bonus to her experiments.