Ord woke up to the humming sound of machinery. His eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room finding that he was laid flat on his back, staring up at a ceiling made of smooth metal. He struggled to move, but found that his limbs were tied up tight with leather straps. Drowsiness led to fear. Fear led to panic.
"Wh-Where am I?!" he yelled, squirming around on the cold, hard steel beneath his body. He seemed to be on an elevated platform of very crude, but efficient design. His eyes swerved around to see what he could find. His head wasn't bound up, so he was able to see much of his surroundings. It was a rather large, spacious room with very little detail - just smooth metal, the platform, a door, and what seemed to be a mirror.
The blue dragon didn't feel safe at all, but he didn't seem to be in any immediate danger. He tried to remember what happened, or how he came to be here, but nothing came to mind. His thoughts were interrupted at a hissing, crackling sound, apparently coming from a hole in the window.
"Good evening, number two. If you'll remain calm, we'll begin the procedures immediately." Ord blinked a bit. "Wha... What are you talking about? Where am I? What do you mean, 'number two'!?" He continued to struggle 'n strain against his restraints, but to no avail. "Calm down," came the voice, "just relax and enjoy yourself."
The voice was replaced with a strange, eery chanting sound. Even stranger was that Ord was in no way alarmed - instead, the noise acted like a symphony of lullabies, calming him to a near-stupid state. His eyes rolled back jovially, opening his maw 'n letting his tongue loll out freely. The perfect captive. Another whirring noise emanated from the room, but it was indiscernible where it came from.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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