#oh this is so fun
The cell door opens and she is shoved inside. She stumbles to the center of the room - a small, cold, harshly lit concrete block.
“On your knees,” the torturer commands.
Nervously, she obeys, slowly sinking to the floor.
“Good. Stay there until I return.”
She looks up, as if to question the order, but the torturer only gives her an icy glare before turning to leave. The cell door slams behind them with a resounding thud and the click of a lock.
This must be some kind of test, or a lesson. She isn’t sure.
