silk

Po's surroundings confused him. After being captured by Shen he expected to be dead, or at least in a dark dungeon somewhere. Waking up in a comfortable and fancy looking room, laying on a pile of soft silks and pillows was not expected. This would have been more comfortable if not for the metal collar around his neck, attached to a chain that was attached to the wall.

"Okay. Not sure whats going on, but it can't be good." Po said to himself.

He started testing the chain leashes strength when Shen entered.

"Oh good, you're awake." Shen said, a smirk on his beak.

"Yeahhh, actually kind of surprised I'm still alive. Not that I'm not glad I'm alive. But... why?" Po asked, fairly calm even in the face of his enemy.

"I could have killed you, yes. But that wouldn't had been as fun or as interesting as your fate now." Shen said, approaching Po.

Po was growing nervous now. It would be hard to defend himself chained to the wall. But he would still try if it came down to it. He was starting to get to his feet when Shen lunged and knocked him back down.

"Hey! Personal space!" Po cried.

Shen chuckled.

"I'm afraid your personal space is a lost right. Just one of the many ways I plan to scar you." Shen said, one of his talons caressing a area Po would rather not have had the villain touch.

Po's eyes went wide as his brain processed the meaning of the implication. Shen laughed to see the look on Po's face before speaking again.

"And when I'm finally done with you, we'll see if these scars will ever fade." Shen hissed.