Obsidian felt leather straps snap around her wrists and a collar around her neck. Her eyes widened and she struggled feebly, but she felt the chains removed from her wings and she stretched them out. She felt as if they were tearing her shoulder blades down with the weight so she folded them back in. She felt the drug's side-effects beginning to take place, and a groan of resistence rose up from her throat. She tried to struggle against the chair, knowing it was no use, she tried to scream, but it came out choked and hoarse. "What the................?"<br/><br/>Obsidian trailed off as her thoughts veered suddenly and she thought perhaps this won't be so bad. She looked at Lyional, as she felt her thoughts begin to think arousing thoughts of him, she tried to shake her head, but already she was imagining vivid sexual images that played out in her mind. Her eyes on the outside were beginning to become slightly glazed over with distraction and desire.<br/><br/>She tried feebly to shake her head again as she murmured. "What in God's name did you do to me?"