Daphne

Daphne slowly awakes to her current predicament. The first thing she notices is the cold damp air of her dark surroundings. Almost as if she is in a cave.

"W-where am I?" Daphne says as her eyes flutter to fix her vision. Once she has adapted to her dark surroundings, she confirms that she is in a cave. Not only that, but she also notices her current predicament besides the locale.

"Let me out!" She says struggling against the restraints that hold her upright. Daphne is in fact held upright on what looks like a wheeled operating table. yet, it is held in an upright position and it is adorned by various themed markings that make it look like it was originally from a tiki bar.

She struggles and pushes at the leather straps that hold her in place for a few more minutes until calling out to her captors behind her. "Hey! Yeah, you! let me out of this thing! Or you're in for the showdown of your life!"

Both captors pay her no heed and continue you on with blank states on their faces. They never recognize or respond to anything Daphne says the entire trek through the cave. Even as she gets louder and more abusive with her insults, they continue down the cave as if they have ear-plus built-in to them.

Daphne was on the verge of giving up and seeing the rest of this escort play out until the next cavern they entered. Inside the room expanded into what seemed like a football stadium sized space. Both captors wheeled her up a ramp until she caught the whole view of the new cavern.

In the center was a rather large pit that glowed an eerie green and around it lay natural rock spiked barricades. The only other thing about the cavern that caught her eyes was the man, wearing a Luchador outfit. He hung above on a naturally formed terrace handling what looked like machine controls. Daphne quickly followed his gaze to a weirdly designed mechanical arm attached to the ceiling above the green pit.

Right after noticing the mechanical arm, she notices the a person ahead of her in the same predicament she is in. She calls out to her in hopes to either gain info or quell the girl of any fears she has.

Yet, when she calls out she receives no response. "Hey! What's going on? Are you okay? Did they hurt you? I'll get us out of here?"

The man in the Luchador outfit looks to Daphne and stifles a laugh. He then starts to press a few buttons and the mechanical arm hums to life, retracting itself into the ceiling. Then sounds of claws scratching on rocks fills the cavern, Daphne looks away in winces at the sharp noise.

The scratching eventually ceases after a few seconds and a rather heavy plop can be heard. Daphne tries to look around her restraints as the noise emanates from the person in front of her, but she can see nothing. The table she is latched to, is also prohibiting her from seeing the person in front of her.

Daphne looks up again at the Luchador and notices him smiling. "What's going on!"

Before he can even respond the two attendants of the girl in front of her start to release the straps. The girl is slowly healed to the floor where she also maintains the mischievous smile the Luchador held moments ago.

Daphne has no idea of what to make of the scene and stares in silence as the two attendants and the girl silently exit the cavern the way Daphne was wheeled in. Then Daphne's table is jerked forward into motion as it rides closer to the eerie green pit.

She gulps waiting for whatever horrible experience the girl went through to have the very same mischievous grin the Luchador had.