Vipra had spent a few days down in the dark hell hole that Pickman had taken her to. She wondered if he would ever release her from this stone platform, and allow her to be free. She knew that from a lack of parts that she would not be able to go very far very fast, but she would figure something out.
The most she had done these last few days was ponder the best ways to kill Pickman without limbs. She couldn't wield a gun, or many melee weapons. The most she had come up with was that if there was a power fist, or deathclaw gauntlet around here, then she would be set.
She heard the sound of footsteps coming towards her, and she rested her head back against the cool stone. Normally, when Pickman approached Vipra she would say something to him, but these past few days were leaving her very weak, and exhausted. He took care of her in the ways of feeding her, and whatnot, but not enough to really give her any strength to fight back. That's probably what he was watching for though.
He smiled, and said "It seems that I don't need to remove your tongue anymore with the lack of speech from you. I'd almost think you bit it off, or something."
She merely regarded him with a very cold glare. He continued smiling at her, and said "Well, I've come to give you some good news. Your time here has come to an end, and I will be taking you someplace else." He pulled out a needle, and pushed it into her arm. She tried to fight the drowsiness, but blacked out again.
When she opened her eyes everything was a bit hazy for a moment. She finally gained control of all of her senses to find herself in that dreadful room from before. There were all those horrific blood red paintings staring down at her. She took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself. Maybe she would have a better chance trying to escape here. She began moving forward, but found that once again she was shackled up. He was never going to let her escape. She felt like weeping, but heard his footsteps again and decided she would never give him the satisfaction.
He entered into the room with something under his arm. "I have some new items for you that'll better suit you."
He leaned down in front of her, and produced a red sequin dress, and said "Isn't the color just wonderful. It works so well with all of my artworks within this room. Maybe with this you'll be just as good of an artwork. First of all, I have to put this on you. Play nice, and don't try to hurt me when I do so, or else you'll solely regret it."
He moved to unshackle her one arm. Once it was free, she tried to hit him with it. He caught it easily, and sighed "Didn't you hear me, scum? I said not to do that, or you'll regret it." He took his knife, and pushed it into one of the tendons in her arm rendering it useless. "Now you'll cooperate, or I'll do the same to all your other limbs, and worse."
Tears brimmed at her eyes, and they were also full of hatred for this man. Despite all of this, she cooperated. It would do no good to be completely useless whenever she got another chance to attack him. Seeing her cooperate, he smiled "It seems that you can take an order. Excellent, you may just thrive here yet."
Eventually, he had gotten the dress on her. He reshackled her to the wall, and stood. "Now, I'll leave you to your own devices. I have business to attend to." He turned, and left her in that room with the paintings that she would have to stare at every day. Thanks for the nightmare fuel is something she might have said jokingly before this nightmare had begun.