>>49172861...probably the last place she ever wanted to see in her entire life.
The room was large, about the size of a human dining hall. Flat white tile, the same that seemed to cover all the area she’d seen from where she’d woken up to the hallways she’d followed, covered the ceiling and walls. But that wasn’t what made her turn her head side to side in shock and confusion; what inspired -that- was the arrangement of *objects* scattered around that looked like some sort of insane torture dungeon.
There wasn’t any specific order to what she saw, but if she had to guess, she would say that the *things* were roughly arranged circular. -Everything- had leather straps and metal manacles. The ones further inside, closer to the center of the room, had literal sawblades in places. She didn’t bother looking past those, obviously.
[In retrospect, she would end up spending a lot of time in this room, “enjoying” the various equipment provided for “her pleasure” The ones with sawblades weren’t even the worst part.]
“You’re completely insane.” she rasped coldly, as icily as he spoke to her, or so she hoped. Her throat steadily burning worse and her feet literally giving up and causing her to collapse onto her stomach out of pure exhaustion and weakness from thirst as she tried to turn to leave didn’t help her angry persona either.
The bird walked a few paces to the side to stand in front of her as she stared blearily at him, thankfully faced away from the carnival of horror behind her, and stared down at her again. He was actually pretty big, she thought to herself. Even if I ran at my full power, could I outrun those wings of his?
“It doesn’t matter what you think of me.” He said it so matter-of-factly, like stating the time to someone, or telling them that the train was running late. “Walk over to the device on the far left of the room if you want to feel better.”
