Dr. Martin Whitly

She gasped at that sudden, severe transformation. Or at least she would have, if that hand hadn't tightened on her throat, making every breath a struggle. The man above her now was not Martin, the considerate lover. She strongly suspected that what she was looking at was the Surgeon, ready to ravish her and take what he wanted with no regard for her life. Or, more terrifying, a negative regard. She continued to struggle, still playacting, but on the edge of the panic becoming real. If it did, she would use the safe word...and hope there was enough of the considerate lover to hear and heed.