Conditioning and Modification

The words "Conditioning and Modification" make her skin crawl as she reads them, what kind of sick things are going on down here? She turned and took the left hand path, doing her best to keep the noise from her heels to a minimum, but her unease grew with every step.

She walked for some minutes along the grey concrete corridor, the scale and size of the place quickly becoming apparent as she lost sight of the elevator behind her. There a few doors that she passed, solid sheets of metal set into the rock, yet they were all locked when she tried them and she didn't want to raise an alarm by attempting to **** one just yet. Instead, she continued onward until she caught sight of a larger pair of double doors at the corridors end, and slowed her pace, watching for any sign of movement.

There were twin viewing portals set into this door, and Starlight peered in cautiously as she crept closer and pressed herself against the adjacent wall. Her view was limited, but everything within seemed dark. She could make out a few faint silhouettes, chairs? Tables? We're those screens hung against the far wall? Cursing, she pulled her head back and took a deep breath, realising that she would have to slip inside. She held that breath for a moment, listening for any sounds that might betray a human presence within that room. She heard nothing though, and slowly exhaled again, reaching for the door.

She slid inside quickly, closing the door silently behind her and moving swiftly away to take shelter behind the closet object that might conceal her. The heroine rested there for a moment, ears straining once again for any sign that might might have been spotted, but silence reigned once again, and she allowed herself to relax a little and take stock of this new area.

The object she found herself crouched behind was indeed a chair of sorts, though in its basic form only. It was formed mostly of solid metal and bolted to the floor, solid and imposing. There were armrests, padded with leather, with thick metal half rings that hung open about where a persons wrists might rest, their purpose clear. The chairs high back was equally adorned, the harsh steel covered in a softer layer of leather and another ring at neck height. She could also see a headrest that would enclose both the back and sides of the occupant, keeping their vision locked forward, and their head immobile. As a final touch, both legs had their own rests, each with their own methods of restraining the occupant as they waited for whatever torments their captors might inflict on them.

Starlight reached out and gave an experimental tug at the open cuffs, just to test their strength. She found them solid and unyielding, even to her enhanced strength, and a knot of worry formed in her stomach as she realised that she might not be able to escape from such a device if she were to fall into its clutches. Looking up, she saw that the chair was just one of many, dozens of them all arranged in long lines around her. Casting her gaze past them, she caught sight of padded benches, tables, crosses, poles, even what appeared to be glass tanks, all of which looked to be built of the same gleaming metal and featured their own methods of restraint. Whatever went on its this room, it's occupants were obviously not willing participants.

Starlight scanned over the room once more, doing her best to banish her sense of unease before rising up slowly from her hiding place and starting to creep slowly between the objects, pausing to examine them all in turn and doing her best not to imagine what it might be like to be trapped by them. She was so engrossed in her exploration that she never even noticed the figure that slid from the shadow's behind her, slinking silently closer with every passing moment. When the blow came, it was swift, one second she was examining a particularly devious bench arrangement, and then a moment later pain was coursing through her, sending her crashing to the floor.