![]() At the very least, she was about to be tortured or experimented on. Unfortunately, that appeared to be in the cards. If these people execute me, I'm going to be sooo pissed. "Besides, witch, what makes you so sure you're going to make it past the next hour?" ![]() Every species here had been hobbled in some way, making them controllable, even by mortals like Fegley. It mystically nullified her abilities and weakened her physically. "Then I guess I'm lucky you've got this on." He again jerked on the band at her neck - the mortals called it a tor"ue. If it comes out of your body, your heart will long for it." "Once I get my powers back, Fugley, I'll curse you to fall in love. Glaring at the mortal, she struggled against her cuffs. ![]() Ed," she said, earning a harsh yank on her collar from Fegley. He, like every other Lore creature imprisoned here in the immortal menagerie, suspected she was about to be offed. "Dead Wicca walking," the centaurs' leader sneered from their cell as Carrow passed. Tonight I might be hitting rock bottom, she thought as warden Fegley - a billy club-carrying, no-balled loser - forced her down the corridor of cells to her doom. ![]() Things had only gone downhill from there. When Carrow Graie had awakened from her abduction a week ago, she'd had a raging headache, cotton mouth, and a metal collar affixed around her neck. ![]()
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