"Yeah, real nice." I muttered. He was here, to? Gah! Where wasn't he? So then I was told by one of the guards to bow to him. I was already sitting.
How did I bow? And when I didn't move, I felt a heavy boot pressed on both the back of my neck and somehow my upper spine too, then they pushed my neck and back down, forcing me to bend over.
"Now you have nowhere to run. What do you do?"
"Get as far away from you as possible."
"But how, with the only bridge out under 24 hour surveillance?"
"I don't know. Why do you care?"
"I don't. Anyway. While you're here, any last words to save your life?"
"What? I don't understand. To save my life?"
"Yes. You are no use to us otherwise. So?"
I sat there for about a minute or two, trying to place a contemplating look upon my face to buy me some more time. What did that mean, to save my life? Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. In the end, I decided to pretend to join.
"Fine. I'll join your freaking, stupid, idiotic, unworthy..." blah blah blah. I took every insult I knew and put it into that one grumbled sentence. "Club."
Then Ikuto snapped his fingers twice and the guards untied my hands from the post. But not, unfortunately, from each other. Just like that? What, did he run this place now? Yeah, probably.
Then one of then put me in actual handcuffs. HANDCUFFS! And they hurt. Then more of the super-splinter rope was tied around the chain connecting the cuffs and holding the other end was my worst enemy. We walked (Well, I was half ragged) to an interrogation room.
Then Ikuto sat me down on a chair and stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders. Why was he doing that? It felt awkward. But before I could contemplate that, another man stepped into the room carrying a large black brief case that I was immediately suspicious of.
"What's in the bag?"
I asked with a cautious tone. It smelled like... something sweet. Deadly. Intoxicating. Gaseous.
"Do not be so quick to make assumptions, my girl. But you are right. Emergency protocols. It's a rather standard procedure."
His voice and tone was patient and professional. Old habits die hard.
"So what? I don't answer a question and you knock me out? Perhaps a truth serum?"
"No such lengths will be necessary, if you are willing to co-operate."