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It was a mistake, a miscalculation. That had to be the reason why Frostbite was in this mess in the first place. She knew Taiken would never intentionally get her captured, but for the man to make a mistake, for him to be surprised like that… Well that just never happened.
And look at where that had gotten her.
Shackled spread eagle against the wall was a tall, lithe woman. With cheek bones that could cut glass, and hair as golden as the sun the woman should have been on the runway. Instead she was bound against her will in a steel room. Grates made up the floor, gathering rust, blood, urine, and feces like stalactites in a cave. Obviously Frostbite wasn't the only one who inhabited this cage.
Breaking out on her own was out of the question. The shackles pulsed with an eerie purplish glow, stifling her mana and preventing her from casting any sort of spell. And despite her toned form, there was no possible way for her to break through the shackles; they were too thick and were drilled into the steel wall.
But that didn't stop her from trying.
Long cuts appeared across her wrist, skin torn open from the shackles. Blood ran in rivulets down her pale arms where they dripped onto the grate floor. (Where those droplets went to Frostbite wasn't certain. All was dark underneath). Her heart rate climbed, her chest constricted, panic was settling in.
There was a hiss, and the door slid open. Light pooled into the room.
Three figures strode in, two cloaked, and the other crisply dressed in a white lab coat. Frostbite narrowed her sapphire eyes on him.
"Well, I never thought our attacker would be a woman." He sounded surprised, but a smirk pulled at those blue tinted lips. "You can leave me. It looks like she won't be giving me any trouble."
His cronies left obediently. Frostbite tried to peer out the door but the light was too far intense for to make anything out. In seconds the room returned to her dimly lit cage.
"Now, let's get to know each other." He announced, clapping his hands together. "I am Ethan Harrow, Director of the Experimental Sector of Aether Industries."
"I know who you are," Frostbite said hollowly, eyes grim.
"Oh you do?" he replied in delighted tones. "So you know exactly what is going to happen next?"
She struggled once more against the shackles. All it did was draw more blood.
Mr. Harrow withdrew a pair of latex gloves from his lab coat and put them on with a resounding snap. His tone was casual, almost playful. "You know, they say that ignorance is bliss. Others tend to disagree. They say that ignorance is a plague that must be remedied. What are your opinions Miss…?"
"Like hell I'm going to give you my name."
"Very well. I'll have it from you in due time. But identities aside, what is your opinion?"
"I'm of the opinion that you should let me go so I can beat your face into a bloody pulp," she said between clenched teeth.
"Tsk, tsk. Temper, temper. That'll raise your blood pressure my dear, I have no doubt about that."
Cold, slender fingers clamped Frostbite's chin, forcing her to look into the man's face. He had handsome features, handsome and sensual, but cruel. She saw it in his eyes, saw how they lacked depth and compassion. He was analyzing her like a robot would, turning and twisting her head.
"You're a rather pretty thing. Makes me wonder how you got tied into this mess of destroying our inventory. You've cost us a fortune."
Her retort died on her lips as the man stepped back and withdrew a needle and vial from his pockets.
"Well if you know who I am, I see no need to prolong this any longer." The needled sucked up whatever mysterious liquid existed in the vial. "The pain will stop once you've answered my questions. So we will start off with a simple one. Who are you working for?"
She swallowed her fear. Fists clenched in anticipation.
"Go fuck yourself. I'm not telling you anything."
His toothy smile sent shivers down her spine. "That's what they all say."
And look at where that had gotten her.
Shackled spread eagle against the wall was a tall, lithe woman. With cheek bones that could cut glass, and hair as golden as the sun the woman should have been on the runway. Instead she was bound against her will in a steel room. Grates made up the floor, gathering rust, blood, urine, and feces like stalactites in a cave. Obviously Frostbite wasn't the only one who inhabited this cage.
Breaking out on her own was out of the question. The shackles pulsed with an eerie purplish glow, stifling her mana and preventing her from casting any sort of spell. And despite her toned form, there was no possible way for her to break through the shackles; they were too thick and were drilled into the steel wall.
But that didn't stop her from trying.
Long cuts appeared across her wrist, skin torn open from the shackles. Blood ran in rivulets down her pale arms where they dripped onto the grate floor. (Where those droplets went to Frostbite wasn't certain. All was dark underneath). Her heart rate climbed, her chest constricted, panic was settling in.
There was a hiss, and the door slid open. Light pooled into the room.
Three figures strode in, two cloaked, and the other crisply dressed in a white lab coat. Frostbite narrowed her sapphire eyes on him.
"Well, I never thought our attacker would be a woman." He sounded surprised, but a smirk pulled at those blue tinted lips. "You can leave me. It looks like she won't be giving me any trouble."
His cronies left obediently. Frostbite tried to peer out the door but the light was too far intense for to make anything out. In seconds the room returned to her dimly lit cage.
"Now, let's get to know each other." He announced, clapping his hands together. "I am Ethan Harrow, Director of the Experimental Sector of Aether Industries."
"I know who you are," Frostbite said hollowly, eyes grim.
"Oh you do?" he replied in delighted tones. "So you know exactly what is going to happen next?"
She struggled once more against the shackles. All it did was draw more blood.
Mr. Harrow withdrew a pair of latex gloves from his lab coat and put them on with a resounding snap. His tone was casual, almost playful. "You know, they say that ignorance is bliss. Others tend to disagree. They say that ignorance is a plague that must be remedied. What are your opinions Miss…?"
"Like hell I'm going to give you my name."
"Very well. I'll have it from you in due time. But identities aside, what is your opinion?"
"I'm of the opinion that you should let me go so I can beat your face into a bloody pulp," she said between clenched teeth.
"Tsk, tsk. Temper, temper. That'll raise your blood pressure my dear, I have no doubt about that."
Cold, slender fingers clamped Frostbite's chin, forcing her to look into the man's face. He had handsome features, handsome and sensual, but cruel. She saw it in his eyes, saw how they lacked depth and compassion. He was analyzing her like a robot would, turning and twisting her head.
"You're a rather pretty thing. Makes me wonder how you got tied into this mess of destroying our inventory. You've cost us a fortune."
Her retort died on her lips as the man stepped back and withdrew a needle and vial from his pockets.
"Well if you know who I am, I see no need to prolong this any longer." The needled sucked up whatever mysterious liquid existed in the vial. "The pain will stop once you've answered my questions. So we will start off with a simple one. Who are you working for?"
She swallowed her fear. Fists clenched in anticipation.
"Go fuck yourself. I'm not telling you anything."
His toothy smile sent shivers down her spine. "That's what they all say."