After Bonnie was given enough time with the gag, the guards came to drag her off again. She found struggling becoming harder and harder, and her vision refused to keep focused on the scenery. She was brought into a small, dark room, which looked angled on the walls. One guard attached a cable from a chain on the ground in the center of the room onto her pink collar, chaining her to the center of the room.
Bonnie tried to pull at the chain and get free, but the chain proved too sturdy to break. She sighed, realizing she wouldn't get free until the gag was gone. Her only Pokemon move strong enough to break the chain was her shadow ball, and she needed her mouth to channel the move.
But it was fine. Besides, she wouldn't be there long. She was one of the best agents on the agency. Stanley and the others wouldn't just write her off as gone. They'd go to the ends of the planet to find her. Especially Stuart, her boyfriend. She had done everything to bring the male shuppet back to life. No doubt he would do the same for her.
As she focused on the positives, she realized just what the purpose of this new chamber was.
"Now!" A voice from outside called out, no doubt another dweller.
A large stone cap was removed from the top, making the bright desert sun flood the room. It was blinding, and the dry heat was awful and immediately made Bonnie cough through the gag as it hit the equivalent of her lungs. But things got worse. The room was made from reflective shiny rock, smooth and polished like a mirror. The light and heat reflected from the sides back towards the center of the room, where Bonnie was. They had chained her into a large natural tanning bed, but with far worse intentions. The sun hit every angle of the shuppet's body, and Bonnie could feel it starting to sear her. She wasn't going to catch on fire (hopefully), but the heat and sunburn she would be getting were going to be unbearable.
"No! No! Let me out!" Bonnie cried, muffled by the gag. She resumed pulling at the chain, now in a panic to get free. The more she gritted her teeth, the more the gag gummed up her mouth and sealed it shut, with more of the numbing medicine seeping down her throat.
As she tried one last heave to get free, she was snapped back with the stress around her neck. She had gotten used to the cursed collar she had worn the past four years, but never had it been used as it's most simple purpose. It pulled at her throat, and put too much pressure as she fell back to the bottom of the chamber. The floor was solid Rock, uncomfortable, but the worst was that it was absorbing some of the heat from the sun, making it scorching hot to the touch. She instinctively got back up, only to be back in the epicenter of the heat-based torture. The floor was far worse, forcing her not only to take the brunt of the sun, but to never be able to rest. She had to remain floating in place as she was cooked in the sun, for as long as the dwellers desired to torture her. Was this their sacrifice?