Private Science Hell

[Annrae Esspitt]

Annrae knelt in the cold cell in which the slavers had put her in. She'd been stripped of her weapons and her armor, leaving her only in her black crop-top and shorts. Her wrists were locked behind her by cold metal binders that dug painfully into her wrists, which had been rubbed raw by her struggling. She had been quite troublesome for the slavers, so much so that they'd decided to chain her down. On top of that, they'd locked a collar around her neck, one that was a little too tight to be comfortable. They'd used it to shock her more than once, which had allowed them to subdue her far more easily than they had before they put it on her.

Now she waited for whomever it was they were selling her to. She didn't know how long she'd waited when the door opened. Looking up she saw a man with brown hair and neat clothes walk in behind the armored slaver.

Subject 73 Red

 

[Zane Hawke]

Tags: Annrae Esspitt Subject 73 Red

Was it days, or was it months? Truthfully Zane didn’t know the answer to that question as he lost count after the thirtieth hour when the young man slept for an undetermined time. Being shackled and collared was not exactly what Zane would call for a fun time. Let alone the disciplinary actions the slavers had taken upon themselves to lash out with the nasty electrowhip. It was definitely not a friend of Zane’s as it always left a painful shock with every lash of said whip.

Being held in a separate cell of sorts from everyone else, today was a bit of an unusual day as the slavers didn’t really pay much attention to their daily routines. Or rather, it wasn’t their security that was lacking, but it was their tendency to deliver some kind of punishment. Whether it was due to the slave’s struggles, or for the slaver’s own joy. Zane heard less screams or cries that usually came from the only door to his cell. No matter how hard Zane had tried to block out those sounds in the past, he could always hear them. Yet now there was hardly any of such sounds as his whole body ached from the lashes.

Zane’s story for being there? Well, let’s just say that the town he stayed in turned out to be a gathering hub for these runts and Zane ended up at the wrong place, wrong time. Ever since then all Zane wanted to do was to break out to achieve freedom from these shackles. However the slavers were smart and weren’t giving any of the slaves any room to move or intervene as it were. Even when they lashed out in the past, the slavers kept their distance from the slaves so it was actually difficult to really do anything that wasn’t going to horribly backfire. Whether today was going to be that day or not remained to be seen, but Zane was paying extra attention from what he could see.

 

[Annrae Esspitt]

( Zane Hawke Don't forget to tag Subject 73 Red . He's RPing our slave-owner/mad scientist.)