Interogation room Number 5

Winlay watched, still chained to the wall as Cromly walked over to his cloths. He took a key ring off his cloths, but left them in a pile on the floor. When he came back he unlocked her from her bindings. She was hauled out of the room and down the hall to a another. Inside was a low set table that only came up to about waist high. There were straps both on the small table and the floor. There were also tools and objects hanging on the wall that she couldn't place, as well as more places to be chained like she had been before. Winlay knew that in a moment she was going to be bound again.

Then a scream ripped through the prison. Winlay's blood chilled when she heard it, not because it sounded painful, but because she recognized the voice. Mika was somewhere down here as well. Winlay had forgotten all about her friend.

"Mika! Mika I'm here! Where are you!"

She was silenced when a palm contacted with her face, knocking her to the floor. Riggins stood over her, his hand already raised for another slap. When she cringed and looked to the floor, he lowered the hand.

"Sluts and whores arn't allowed to talk unless they are asked to. Do you understand?"

Winlay sobbed and nodded. This apparently wasn't good enough because Cromly grabbed her hair and **** her to look at him.

"The man asked if you understand slut! That was a question. Questions require answers!"

"Yes!" Winlay sobbed, but Cromly wasn't satisfied.

"That isn't how you answer us whore! You left out the "Sir" in your answer. A whore like you better learn that quick or there might not be anything left for Valdin when he gets here."

"Y-yes sir!" Winlay stammered, not able to meet the man's eyes. They laughed at her and hauled her over to the table. She was **** onto the cold stone onto her back. The table was barely big enough for her back so her head and legs both hung off. Her legs were able to rest on the floor, but it was uncomfortable to have her head just hanging there. The men strapped her arms to the table and her legs were spread and then strapped to the floor.

Winlay knew what was coming next, but she didn't dare scream or call for help again. These men were getting rougher and rougher with her. She wasn't sure what would happen if she kept upsetting them.

Riggins came around in front of her and looked down at her with a wicked smile across his face. He reached out and twisted her nipples cruely.

"Time for a little training slut. I heard Beldan already taught you a thing or two, but he was going easy on you. You are a whore now. Get ready for your first lesson."