#wildermethod

If you pull a face like that you’re going to scare them away~

Fuck.

She couldn't properly see - it was dark. Annie was vaguely aware of the proximity of the walls and the rows of iron bars, and of course, the fact that she was underground. She would have expected nothing less. She tried to wiggle her fingers to see if she still had her ring but, as predicted, it was gone and her hands were bound as tightly as these people could have managed. They had done a good job of securing her down, at least.

The air in the room was cold. Her clothing had been minimal before, but whatever she had had been taken off of her and replaced with the barest minimum that could be spared.

Her hands were bound around something, which kept her from moving any further than she would just straightening herself up. She did so as best she could. Unharmed, apparently. Too precious as a test subject to damage that badly, she supposed. She had nothing to fear then. That made her life easier.

She looked up. Blew her hair out of her face - they took her hairtie too? It wasn't like that was concealing a weapon. Overcautious assholes. - and waited for the others she had heard in the room to address her.