Do Not Betray Minerva

You’ve had to make a number of difficult decisions over the course of your imprisonment, but this was not one of them. Minerva may very well be the last decent person in this place. If you betrayed her now, you’d never be able to live with yourself.

You muster up what remains of your courage and prepare for what will surely be a most horrific fate.

Gagged as you are, you cannot offer a verbal rejection, but your recalcitrant stare effectively speaks forth your defiance.

The Mistress spitefully squeezes your face between her fingers with seething, venomous intent.

She leers at you with a sadistic smile for several moments before snapping her fingers. “Very well. I’ve been meaning to try out this new invention of mine. I think you’ll be the perfect fit.”

She grins at you with wild, wicked eyes as a second pair of guards enter into view, wheeling with them a large, rectangular box. They haul the object into the center of the room with hefty effort, before thanklessly taking their leave.

“I don’t suppose you’d willingly strap yourself in?” She smirks at you with a mocking disposition. You shake your head slightly in self-righteous response.