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Prisonette's Dilemma
(Melissa DuVant)
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St Michael's University: Prisonette's Dilemma Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa
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individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure
invention. Table of Contents Chapter One: An Uneasy Meeting Chapter Two: Response Required Chapter Three: Uneven Dealings Chapter Four: Enforced Vengeance Chapter Seven: Class Attendance Chapter Eight: Brief Detention Chapter Nine: The Eyes Have It Chapter Eleven: 'Tis the Season to be Given Chapter Twelve: A Festive Gift Chapter Thirteen: Line-Up Session Chapter 0.0: How Matters Began Sophia. Damn girl, you got some rough tastes! Chapter One: An Uneasy Meeting The locker was cramped for one, with two shoved into the tiny space, it was hot and stifling, the air-hole between them was the only source of air and light, just enough that they could see each other's faces. They were still bound together, a leather strap between their ponytails, their ankles bound to each other and their hands bound behind the other's back. Their skirts were around their ankles, but otherwise they were dressed, even if grimy from sweat, stood up, unable to do more than slightly shift in the tiny space. Sophia's face was marked with tears, makeup running down her pale cheeks. Eliza twisted, trying to keep her arse from touching the sides, her flesh tender and raw from the harsh paddling. Her movement must have pushed Sophia back, the other girl biting her lip, trying not to make any sound. They couldn't hear anything, but that didn't mean no-one was there, waiting for them to slip up and do something that could be used as an excuse for punishment, or to push something into the airhole, see how long the air inside the box would last, make them weak and delirious. Or spray cold water inside, leaving them chilled and cold, making them beg for warmth. She shivered, trying not to think about how vulnerable they were - the locker was metal, could it be wired up to shock them? She nuzzled against Sophia, gently nipping her on the neck. She whispered just in case someone was listening. Were there any hidden microphones in here? She couldn't see them, but in the low light, and with another body in the way, such a thing could easily be concealed. 'Is this your first time?' Another nip served to draw the girl from her stupor, and she nodded. 'What's going on? Why are they doing this?' 'Because they can. It's how this place works. Ranks and orders. And those above are rarely kind to those below. "Perform. Obey. Suffer." Haven't you seen the motto?' She kissed the girl's neck, then her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears. 'But... How? Why?' 'Because they can.' Sophia smelt good, fresh and sweet, despite the fear-sweat clinging to both their bodies, their thin blouses almost translucent to start with. Her breasts pressed against Eliza's, soft and warm. 'Don't show weakness. Don't show fear. Be quiet. Be obedient. Fade into the background - it's safer. You don't want to be anyone's focus.' She kissed Sophia again, moving closer to the girl's lips. 'How can you be so strong? Doesn't it hurt?' 'Be strong or break. I used to have a friend, Madeline. She was taken into the basement. When she came out... She says her name is Harriet now, and refuses to believe it was ever anything else.' She began grinding herself against Sophia's leg, already smeared with her juices, seeking at least a moment of fleeting pleasure, trying to avoid pressing her buttocks against the walls and hurting herself. 'But... that sounds horrible.' Eliza kissed her, full on the lips. It made the air in here even hotter and more stifling, but it was better than simply being stuck in the darkness. 'It's how this place works. Please your betters or be punished.' She was close, the girl's leg not the best of sextoys, but at least it didn't hurt her, and she wasn't being violated or hurt by anyone else. Sophia squirmed, trying to pull away, at least as much as she could in the tiny space. 'How long are we in here for?' Eliza groaned as she peaked, the heat of her ardor rapidly fading. 'Until that bastard lets us out. Or someone else. Shit, we need to tell each other secrets.' In the post-orgasmic haze, there was at least a moment of peace, and she tried to snuggle against the girl, seeking some warmth, human contact that didn't involve pain. Although could the girl be playing her? She had tried to escape her full punishment - maybe this was all a setup? But she was nice and warm, at least for now. She rested her head on Sophia's shoulder, twisting to keep hair out of her face. 'Secrets?' 'He's going to quiz us, isn't he? And if we get anything wrong, then a punishment.' She winced, her butt red and throbbing. How many strikes had it been, ten? That paddle had been brutal, although at least it hadn't been spiked or ridged. 'Don't you remember the application form? He's going to know everything on that at least. And it sounds like you've been here before, so he might know more about you.' 'But he wouldn't just...' She trailed off, probably remembering that she was currently in a tiny metal locker, half-naked and tied to another girl, both their asses red-raw from a paddling. 'He would. And if you fuck it up and get me hurt more...' She nuzzled against Sophia, then bit her, a sharp nip to hopefully focus Sophia's attentions. Not that she had much in the way of influence or allies herself, but if this girl fucked it up, then she'd try and get her fed to one of the harsher dorms or put in a display cage for anyone to use. She grunted in pain as hands squeezed her, Sophia's eyes moistening again. She tensed, ready to fight, at least as much as she could, before realizing she was being hugged, Sophia turning her own head to softly kiss Eliza's forehead. She slowly relaxed, feeling the tension drain from her body - how long had it been since an embrace had been genuine, since she had been touched without hurt or as a trick? She felt her own chest juddering, managing to resist the urge to sob and cry - this could be a trick, the girl a plant. But it was nice, being cradled in someone's arms, their bodies close, resting against each other, starting to breath in unison. 'So what do you think we should do?' Sophia's breath tickled her cheek, sending a strand of hair fluttering. 'We need to learn about each other. They're probably going to put us in separate rooms and ask us individually. Wouldn't surprise me if they were going to punish us anyway. He likes to make a game of it, make it look like you have a chance. He just likes hurting people.' She relaxed a little more, the other girl distractingly warm and soft against her. They started with the basics - names, ages, dates of birth, where they had come from. As they talked, the light faded to twilight, sunset casting their faces into pale orange as the sun set. Maybe someone would come and let them out? Although she'd met some of the cleaners before and would rather not be found by them. Still, it was strangely soothing, being bound so close to Sophia. At least in here there was little danger of immediate attack, and she could move about as much as in her usual cage. And she wasn't hooded or blindfolded and bound with her mouth held open in case any of the dominants felt like using her. She shifted her weight, trying to learn on the walls, take some of the strain off her legs. Sophia pushed in closer, her skin and hair the only things Eliza could smell, even over the tinny tang of the metal trapping them. It was almost nice, despite the promise of future punishment. 'What's your worst nightmare?' Eliza froze. Sophia sounded innocent enough, but could she be a plant? It would be just like this place to make her reveal her darkest fears, and then use them against her. She tried to remember - was there anyone that could know? She tried to suppress the memories of it, but had anyone noticed? She should lie, rather than reveal anything that could hurt her. Sophia twisted against her, trying to get as comfortable as she could, with the bindings still forcing them to wrap their arms around each other, although the cord between their ponytails was loosened slightly now, making it easier to move their heads. She spoke quietly, almost furtively, as though worried about eavesdroppers. 'Choking.' She shuddered. 'Not being able to breath, gasping and spluttering. I don't understand how people can enjoy that.' Eliza could remember hands about her neck, a bag over her face, breath hot and thick, her hands restrained so she couldn't pull it off herself, a crowd watching and jeering, hands pawing at her body. It hadn't been the worst she'd endured, merely painful, rather than degrading or humiliating. And the orgasm she had been allowed at the end, hanging on the edge of consciousness, a cleansing fire blasting through her, had been... She quivered at the memory, getting horny again. 'Are you sure you want me to know? If he asks me, what should I say?' Sophia kissed her on the lips, warm and comforting, somehow able to smile. 'I want you to trust me. If we can't trust each other, then what?' They kissed again, slow and warm, tongues sliding into each other's mouths, seeking a simple pleasure. If they were being recorded, it wouldn't be in any decent quality. It was Eliza's turn to slide her leg forward, Sophia grinding against her, the place hardly comfortable. But she managed, gasping towards a climax as she smeared her juices against Eliza's thigh. Eliza winced as her buttocks pressed against the metal, skin raw from the paddling. Having Sophia snuggled against her, slightly flushed and panting, the scent of her sex mingling with that of their bodies, was nice. A simple moment of peace, without hurt or degradation. Was this girl trustworthy? They'd both be getting punished in some way, that was almost certain. There was no way they would be allowed out of here without getting hurt in some way, and letting the Dean know what she hated would mean getting take down into the basement, locked into a dark box, left and abandoned. Even being hit and used was better than that, being discarded and abandoned, more meat than human, simply a thing to be used for the pleasure of another. She shivered, holding Sophia close as she lied. 'Electricity. I've been tied down and wired up, and they kept shocking me. Again and again. I tried to beg for them to stop, but... then they gagged me. I was left there, all night, still connected. Until one of the cleaners found me, and to get out I had to...' She trailed off, not wanting to remember that. The electricity itself hadn't been that bad, but being dumped into an empty room, bound, deafened and blindfolded, unable to move or even scream, and simply abandoned until anyone deigned to remember her, had been horrible. At least she had been alone, or she thought she had been alone, so no-one knew, how she had spent most of that night sobbing to herself, desperate for contact, even the impact of a hand or a whip better than nothing. Since then, she had been careful to be very quiet and obedient, fading into the background as much as possible, just to avoid anything like that, ever again. Light continued to fall, as they spent the time in drowsy conversation, sharing body heat as the locker began to chill. Both were on the same scholarship program, meaning they were amongst the lowest ranks, although Sophia had yet to draw much attention, explaining her more relaxed attitude. Sometime later, they fell into slumber, still bound together, Sophia's body warm and comfortable to use as a cushion and pillow. *** They were rudely awoken by the locker being jostled. Eliza bit her lip in pain as it was tilted until it was lengthways, Eliza's butt still sore where she fell against the metal, Sophia falling on top of her. Eliza twisted, managing to look through the hole, making sure to keep it clear so they could breathe. Tiles were moving beneath them, occasional glimpse of shoes and legs - they must be being taken along one of the university hallways. Sophia whimpered, drawing close to Eliza for comfort. 'Where do you think they're...' Eliza cut her off. 'Shh! If they hear us, they'll know we're awake.' The tiles underneath turned to old stone slabs, as they were jostled and bumped down a steep set of stairs - Eliza's heart fell as she realized they were being taken into the crypts and basements beneath the main buildings, where troublemakers were taken for punishment and training. The light turned dark, shifting from sunlight to the chill and sporadic electric lights. She hugged Sophia close, wondering what would happen, what they would be forced to endure, or be forced to do to each other. They were set right-way up again, and there was the sound of footsteps moving away, the heavy slam of a metal door shutting, then silence. Eliza waited, heart pounding, before going to the eye-hole again. She screamed, a face looking back at her, or at least a smooth, white curve of latex - one of the nurses, their body sheathed in white latex. They waved, clearly able to hear her. Eliza watched in terror as Sophia clamped tightly onto her, seeing her reaction but unable to know what was happening, as the nurse reached for a length of rubber tubing, pushing it over the small hole, cutting off the light. There was a pneumatic hiss and then a strange scent in the air. She felt herself getting woozy, trying to warn Sophia, before falling unconscious. Her last thought, as she slumped against Sophia, was of how nice the girl's hair smelled, and then the darkness claimed her. Chapter Two: Response Required It was uncomfortably cold. Whatever she was sat on was frigid and hard, enough to make her butt sore already. Things had been pushed into her, ass and pussy both, recently enough that the metal hadn't yet warmed. From the soreness she could feel, it had barely even been lubed, simply shoved straight in. Eliza tried moving her legs, barely getting an inch of movement before a chain snapped taut. Underfoot, it was tile, cold and hard. And, the thought arose, easy to clean if someone got too rough. Her eyes were gummy, sticking shut until she forced them open, a cold and hard electric light shining down on her. She tried rising a hand to wipe the gunk from her eyes but was prevented from doing so - they were cuffed together by a chain, running through a metal loop on the table in front of her, itself securely attached to the ground. She was sat on a metal bench, with what felt like a pole behind her, uncomfortable against her spine, with a metal ring around her neck that locked her head in place, a strap around her forehead. A ballgag had been strapped around her head and pushed into her mouth, the plastic stale with someone else's spit. Opposite her was a long mirror, filling one wall - clearly for observational purposes, although she hoped the audience was small. To add to the sense of being watched, there was a camera in one corner, red light blinking on and off. On the table in front of her was a laptop, currently closed, but also attached to the desk by heavy-duty metal brackets, to prevent her wrenching it away and throwing it or using it as a weapon. Other than the mirror, every surface looked the same; smooth white tiles, harsh and cruel. Cold, empty and far too easy to - she shivered - simply disinfect after use, wipe away any trace of whatever had been done. Unable to move her head, her vision was limited - all she could hear was the loud fans of the AC, drowning out her own breathing. She hadn't been stripped, for what that was worth - her skirt had actually been pulled back up, her blouse rebuttoned, but the thin fabric offered little protection against the cold, or if anyone were to strike her skin. She kicked her legs again, testing her restraints - it felt like another chain through a tether, meaning she could shift them slightly, but not enough to even kick the table legs. And with the collar around her neck, she couldn't move her torso enough to dismount from whatever was pushed into her - no doubt they would be 'activated' at some point. The chain between her wrists was about eight inches long, meaning even if she had one hand right next to the tether, she still couldn't touch herself with the other. Would something happen? She carefully poked the laptop, tensing herself in case one of the intruders buried into her burst into life or some other torment was inflicted on her. Nothing happened, at least that she could see or feel. The camera light blinked on and off, a steady rhythm. Or was it? Were they trying to screw up her sense of time, make the blinks faster or slower? Although that would be bizarrely mild, she had nowhere to be after all. She carefully ran a hand across the top of the laptop. Smooth, black metal, reinforced and tough, otherwise featureless. It was set up so she could only reach it with one hand at a time, the chain not allowing her to use both. She opened, the thing powering up, screen showing the university logo. It continued to load, windows flashing and vanishing up as it connected to the network. The wallpaper was of several students, all hooded and anonymous, mostly-naked bodies covered with welts and bound into some kind of multi-person rack, ropes stretching their limbs out to full extension and digging into their flesh. Then two windows popped up, covering the image. One was a chat window, the other a video feed. It showed the cell she was in, although not from the camera she could see - there must be another one behind her. She looked closer, the resolution of the image hazy, the timestamp ticking along. And showing it to be the morning, assuming it was correct and not another misdirection. No, it wasn't here, it was somewhere else - that wasn't her own dark hair, it was blonde, but still tied into a messy high ponytail. All the camera showed was the top of their head and the edge of the table in that room - she could see was a similar laptop on the table there, but the resolution was so low she couldn't make out what they were looking at. That must be Sophia... Or at least that was what they wanted her to think. From the angle, it could just be a wig propped in place, or someone else being used as a substitute. She moved her hands, testing what she could reach. Only half of the keyboard with each hand, the trackpad with the thumb of either. Of course, why would they even allow her a decent typing speed? She felt something wet splat against her chest - it was spit, dribbling from behind her gag. If that was the worst degradation she experienced, then she'd consider it mild! The chat log blinked for a moment, "..." appearing, indicating someone was typing. So she was being monitored. Or an automated chatbot, but she doubted anyone would pass by the chance to torment her in person, even if at a slight remove. Prisonette
Eliza. Prisonette? That was new. Not that it made much difference. The message blinked at her, no follow-up yet. She typed, straining on the chain, hissing in irritation at the delay imposed by having to switch hands. Yes sir. What shall Prisonette Eliza do? She doesn't have any options, and if she did nothing, that would probably get her punished for inaction. She couldn't even see behind herself - there was no door in sight, so it must be behind her, meaning someone could simply walk in and throw a bag over her head, draw it tight and wait until she passed out. You and your
friend will be tested. Failure will
bring consequences.
There was no mention of success - it was likely succeeding wasn't possible,
only varying degrees of failure. Should
you err, your friend will be punished.
Should she err, you will be punished.
Any slowness to respond will also result in punishment. Hopefully Sophia
would be able to remember everything. I
understand Sir. State your
friend's name. A timer immediately started counting down, Eliza trying to type as fast as possible. At least Sophia's name was short. She drew her left hand back so her right hand could hit the "enter" key. The countdown stopped. A moment later, a burning pain flared in her crotch, electricity scorching her. She grunted through the gag. She'd gotten it right hadn't she? No, Sophia must have gotten it wrong. How stupid was that bitch? Maybe if she got the next one wrong herself, that would encourage her to be more careful! State her
age. That was easy. She tapped the digits in. But she paused before hitting enter - should she send a shock back? No. She'd never said her own full name was "Elizabeth", so if Sophia had put "Eliza", then that would have been in error. She pressed enter, sending the correct answer. On the video feed, she could just about make out that the person on the other side (it was probably best to assume it was Sophia) was also tapping on the keyboard. The feed was patchy and not continuous, Sophia's hands flicking between frames. The questions continued, too fast for her to think. Your friend
has done well. She has earned you a reward. The thing inside her pussy started to buzz. That was a distraction she didn't need! At least it was set on "low" - unless it got turned on higher, there was no danger of her climaxing, and the juices she produced made it less uncomfortable inside of her, easing its movement. Although if Sophia was getting the same treatment, she might be easier to distract, and that meant she would be getting questions wr... She winced as lighting lashed her, spiking into her butt this this time. That was going to start vibrating as well, wasn't it? Or doing something else! How long would it take until this was over? So far, none of the questions had been that bad. Ten inches of
cock must be divided between you. What
is the largest cock Sophia could comfortably take? What the hell kind of question was that? It was a slider option - all the way up to ten - probably inches? Ten inches would tear Sophia apart, but they probably knew that. She selected "4". Sophia didn't seem as though she'd had a lot of experience. No response came back. And then the thing inside of her started to push further into her, cold and hard. Shit, she hadn't read the question properly. Six inches? It pushed mercilessly into her, spreading her wide. She liked Sophia, but not enough to take six inches up the butt! It slid into her, and then stayed there. Fuck, it felt huge, larger than anyone she'd taken before! She was thankful she hadn't chosen a smaller size for Sophia, another inch more pushed into her would rip her backside open. She tensed, trying to rise up on the pole to lessen the pressure, but the collar around her neck didn't allow that much movement. She was left there, metal cock inside of her, vibrator still buzzing away. The figure on the screen seemed largely unaffected - although of course she would, she only had four inches inside of her! God, please let there be an option to retract it later on - an electrical zap from something this large would really goddam hurt. Your partner believes
that you can withstand choking for thirty seconds. You may accept this or have her choked for
forty seconds. Do you accept? Fail to choose, and you will both be choked. The only options were "yes" or "no", and a five-second timer. She'd taken six inches, and was repaid by thirty seconds of choking? What the fuck? But Sophia hated choking. Or did she, and it was just a sob story? How much of this was a set-up? She wouldn't put it past the Dean to have arranged everything. Two seconds left. But she had been so warm. Was that all a lie? She flicked the response to "yes". The metal around her neck immediately snapped tight, constricting her throat. With the metal pillar behind her, she couldn't move backwards, and hadn't even had time to take a deep breath. She wheezed, trying to suck in air, chain rattling as her arms twitched and flailed. Her blood pounded, vision starting to spark and fade. Compared to this, even the monster in her ass seemed minor. The last time she had been forced into anything similar, it had been cruder, her tormentors wanting it to last longer, allowing her enough sharp, pained breaths to stay conscious, while they hurt her in other ways. But this was cold and merciless, a simple machine that didn't desire pleasure, it just obeyed. And then it released itself, the metal clicking back slightly, just enough that she could breathe again. She gulped in air, lungs heaving, her eyes watering. Another message had appeared on the screen, although it was hard to read through the tears. ...split between
yourself and your friend? There was only two seconds left on the clock, and a long bar of numbers. She picked one near the beginning - 34. It accepted her response. The AC kicked up, suddenly hot. Far too hot, as her skin started to prickle with sweat. The figure on the video on the other hand... They looked to be shivering already. Had it been dividing the temperature between them? They were only wearing skimpy clothing - hers was starting to soak in her own sweat. Cold air would be just as punishing, if not worse! More questions flashed up, mundane things - some she knew, others she didn't. Hopefully, she wasn't causing too much harm from those she didn't know! Then a shock blasted through the intruder up her butt - if she hadn't been gagged, she would have screamed from the pain. They'd only been together for one night, they couldn't know that much about each other! This place loved rigged games. You are both
guilty and deserving of punishment. You
may tell us of her crimes. Do so and
your own punishment will be removed, unless she should
speak of your crimes. If she speaks and
you stay silent, then your punishment shall include hers as well. If neither speaks, then we will punish you
both, but without knowledge of your crimes, it will be lessened. Will you
speak of her crimes? Failure to select a
choice will result in accepting both your sentence and hers. Yes No Five seconds. She tried to think. If she said No and so did Sophia, then both would receive only minor punishments. But if she said No, and Sophia said Yes, then she would take both punishments. If she said Yes and Sophia said No, then Sophia would take both punishments, and if they both said Yes, then they would both be punished. What would Sophia do? Three seconds. To protect herself, she should select "Yes", at least that might minimize punishment. But if Sophia selected "No", and so did she, they would both get off more lightly. Did she trust Sophia? She glanced at the video - the figure there was shivering, probably bitingly cold. Would she blame Eliza for that? But she hadn't known what it would do! One second. She made her choice. There was no immediate reaction, nothing to tell her what Sophia had selected. There was movement, a hand suddenly appearing in her peripheral vision, bound in white latex. One of the nurses stepped into view - had she been stood behind Eliza this entire time, watching her? Just stood there, silent and watching, probably only a pace or two behind her, ready to do who-knew-what to her. The hooded face was utterly impassive, although this close she could see the tiny dots in the material over the eyes, whoever was inside able to see out. The heat was stifling now, her body slicked with sweat, the intruder still large within her, as sweat dripped down her forehead, a droplet falling from her nose. Where she was sat on the metal bench, her sweat was pooling, clammy and sticky. They tapped her on the forehead, then pulled out a syringe, already filled with some amber liquid. Bound against the pole, she couldn't move, as the nurse tapped the syringe, making sure it was safe. What had Sophia selected? She tried moving her arms, desperate to fight the person, the thing, off, but to no avail. They simply pushed her arms aside with their body, sticking the needle into a vein in her neck and pushing the plunger. The world went dark, dark and far too hot. Was this hell? The last thought she had before passing out was of Sophia, the scent and feel of her body, warm and soft and sweet. Trapped together in that locker, a rare moment of peace with another. And then the darkness overcame her, and her consciousness faded. Chapter Three: Uneven Dealings Eliza didn't move when she awoke in case anyone was watching, ready to hurt her. Instead, she made sure to keep her breathing slow and steady. It felt like she was on a bare stone floor, her back propped up against a wall, uncomfortable angles poking into her. She shifted her arms and legs as slightly as possible, trying not to give any sign she was awake - she could feel a collar tight about her neck, some weight coming from it, probably a chain. She slowly opened her eyes. It was indeed a stone floor, dimly lit by a flickering electrical light. Old desks and chairs, most obviously damaged, a cage with one side broken through. Where was she, in some old part of the school, down in the basement, where old stuff was bought to be forgotten? Fear stirred in her. Was she going to be forgotten down here? No, this place wouldn't do that. It would at least degrade and hurt her first, probably in front of a crowd. She heard a whisper. 'Are you alright?' It took her a moment to recognize the quiet, fearful voice - Sophia. Eliza opened her eyes more widely and looked around - the room was an old one, that must be beneath the cathedral, with a statue of a praying saint still in place, looking down at them. On the other side of the room was Sophia, a heavy metal collar around her neck, chained to the wall, her movement limited. There was only one entrance; a wooden door, that would probably be too heavy to open even if they could somehow reach it. Eliza stood up, feeling the weight of the chain around her neck, brushing fingers over the collar just in case it was unlocked. There didn't even seem to be a padlock or keyhole, nothing on the surface except a hairline crack where the two halves met. Sophia smiled at her, relief in her eyes, probably glad of the company. Eliza tried moving towards her, but the chain wasn't long enough, stopping her a few meters short, unable to touch or embrace the other girl. Sophia was sat on the ground, her body curled up protectively, hands awkwardly held behind her back. 'Are you alright?' Eliza asked. 'No.' Sophia buried her face in her knees, but had clearly been crying, face streaked with tears. 'This is not a kind place. You must have been fortunate not to have encountered this before.' Eliza glanced up - yes, there it was, in one corner. A jet-black camera dome, someone doubtlessly watching this. 'I... I've never been punished before; I try to be a good girl. They said that the punishments were harsh, but, but they didn't say how bad!' Sophia shifted, showing the metal cuffs that locked her wrists together, her movements even more restricted than Eliza's, the chain attached to her neck clinking as she moved. 'They feed on weakness. You need to be strong, or you'll be devoured.' There didn't seem to be anything else in here; no other restraints or implements of pain, unless something was hidden beneath the broken desks. And only one entrance unless there was a hidden one somewhere. In a niche on the wall was an old green-screen monitor, currently blank. Beneath it was a metal panel, probably connected to the heating or air systems. |