(preview) Flora needs a sense of humor. I leave her for the others.

“You know,” you throw the keys down. “I was kidding about it, but your snobby little attitude makes me not want to help you at all.”

Flora blinks, and it looks like she’s about to yell again, but she changes her mind. “Sorry. Warren. I- I didn’t mean that. I’m just scared, is all. Please, pick up the keys and get me off this stupid pole.”

“They’ve got a treat coming in for you, and I might just let them have their way with you until they’re done.” You drag the keys under your boot and keep them in the dark corner. You point up. “I’ll be watching from up there, do me a favor and look up every once in a while.”

“Hey! No! Warren! I’m sorry! Please, please! I’m sorry! OK? I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re a good guy. You can’t leave me in here with those guys!”

“Shut up,” you spit, stepping outside the room. “They’re Workhorses, by the way. Humans that are all jacked up by radiation. They’ll have dicks the size of my wrist. When you’re getting your brain fucked out of you, just remember that I’m still the only person that gets you out of here.”

Flora cries out. “Don’t let them touch me! I said, I’m sorry, didn’t I? Please come back! Please! Don’t--”

The door behinds you shut. “Perhaps now you’ll learn some manners.” You mutter under your breath, climbing back into the vent you first used to get around.

It doesn’t take you too long to get to the vent that’s in Flora’s cell. You’re quiet enough that she doesn’t hear you get into position. She’s yanking, twisting, and trying to get out of the handcuffs still. Under her breath, you can listen to her cursing your name and wishing you the worst while murmuring prayers to get out somehow. In about 5 minutes, however, her door opens, and four guys come in, standing around 7 feet tall. They’re all black and sweaty from whatever task they had to do before coming here.

The last person to filter in was someone much shorter than the mutants. He’s holding onto a notepad and a pen. He looks around the room as if he was expecting someone else to be in here. Then he looks at the wall connected to your cell room, the lack of noise makes him think for a moment, but he brings his eyes to Flora. “I heard you didn’t want to share any details about the camp you were at before you came here to terrorize us.”

Flora stiffens her back. “That’s right. I’m not going to tell you anything either. If you lay a finger about me, my people will kill everyone here.”

Slowly, she gets surrounded by the mutants. She gives each of them a nervous glance and then swallows. The man with the notepad sets down his pad and pen and pulls out a bottle from his uniform’s deep pockets. “How about you drink this?”

“I’m not drinking that,” Flora says, tightening her lips. “And I’m not telling you anything either.”

All the man does is sigh. He approaches her and tells two of the black men to hold her. She struggles, but you can see that she’s much weaker than the others, even up to where you are.

The man with the bottle grabs the back of Flora’s hand and pulls back on her hair, she gasps, and the bottle plugs her mouth. She gags a few times and thrashes against the hands of her holders, but in her panic, she swallows the contents of the bottle while also achieving to spill some of it around her. She coughs and pulls on her restraints, cursing. “That tastes horrible~!! What was that?!”

Unexpectedly, the man slaps her across the face. “Something that’ll make you wetter than a bitch in heat.”

Flora looks down at her hands, not feeling any different than earlier. “You need to talk to your nerds and tell them to hit the books. I don’t feel any different.”

“It takes a moment.”