Thread: The Future is Bleak (Swirl+Draith)

The sound of a heavy key sliding into a lock woke her, then the key's guard opened her cell door. She backed up a little bit, though there wasn't much room. The cage designed longer than it was in depth for just this case. His rough calloused hand grabbed some of her hair and hauled her out, ignoring her cries of protest. Shackling her ankles to her hands so she couldn't run, he took the center chain in between her hand cuffs and hauled her out of the dark room. The blinding lights in the hall way stunned her, dots popping up in front of her eyes as she groaned a bit and shook her head to try and clear it. He led her to a white room with a woman standing there. When she woke up again she was laying on something soft. Blinking her bleary eyes up at the dim ceiling she shifted a bit feeling the shackles still around her wrists. Her neck felt heavy and sore as she lifted her fingers up and touched the metal collar attached to her neck. Frowning a bit she shifted it hurt to turn her head. Rubbing her forehead a bit she laid back against the pillows and closed her eyes. She didn't get much time to rest as the man from earlier came back and hauled her up again. This time he brought her to a room where the room was tile and there was a hose with nobs around it. Standing in the center naked, he threw her a brush and some soap and slammed the door shut for her to bathe herself. She reveled in the hot water as it washed down her body, taking the shampoo sitting on the counter she scrubbed the grime, sweat and grease from it. Doing it twice more to make sure she got it before she poured on conditioner. Maybe they had killed her and she had gone to heaven? cause this was certainly better than anything in the cage. His fist banging on the metal door told her otherwise though. Rinsing out her hair she flipped it back and washed the rest of her body, shaving her legs and what not. She was almost purring in happiness at the feeling of being clean. Such an odd pleasure to have that one took for granted when it was no longer there. Wrapping a towel around her body, the man entered impatiently and locking the chains back around her dragged her out. Another room was where she was brought and a plain dress was thrown into her hands. Looking up at them the man unlocked her shackles again. Get dressed. he said standing there watching her. Shifting uncomfortably she slowly peeled off the towel and wiggled her sticky body into the dress, smoothing it out. It was in no way form flattering and she felt like she was wearing a potatoe sack. Couldn't they have given her some underwear or something? maybe a bra? It wasn't long before she was sitting in another cage being loaded into a truck to be delivered. Wrapping her hands around the bars she watched as the man slammed the cargo truck door shut leaving her in pitch darkness. Only when it was dark did she hear the others move about, growl or yawn. It seemed like such a long trip too, but it gave her time to think back on what they did to her during the period where they knocked her out. Her fingers played with the collar with a frown, unsure of what exactly it was for but it seemed to have no latch or any other joining point in it. How long had she been out when they did that? shaking her head gently she cringed a bit when the sun beat down on her white face when the truck door opened again. Black dots once again rose up into her eyes as she looked out at the rich neighborhood they had arrived at.