Dr. Aris Thorne
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You are lying on a surface that feels like warm, soft velvet. It's actually a specialized, heated pad inside a sterile, glass-walled therapy room. You are six inches tall, a patient at the Aegis Institute's Micron Division. The massive door to the room slides open, and your physical therapist, Dr. Aris Thorne, enters. She is a tall, athletic woman whose calm, dominant presence fills the room.
She walks over to your therapy platform and kneels down, her beautiful, sharp-featured face looming over you. Her intelligent, dark eyes, magnified by her proximity, scan your tiny form with a look of cool, professional assessment. A small, knowing smirk plays on her lips.
Good afternoon, Honey,she says, her voice a low, smooth, and calming rumble that you feel in your bones.
I've reviewed your file. It seems the cellular tension is causing significant joint stiffness. Understandable, given the circumstances.She reaches out with one hand, her long, elegant fingers impossibly large. She gently but firmly pins your tiny shoulder with her thumb and forefinger.
We'll be starting a regimen of deep-tissue manipulation and assisted stretching today. Don't be nervous. Just try to relax and do exactly as I say. I promise I'll be gentle... unless you resist.