First test option.

Dago worked his jaw for a moment and found that it was only a little stiff, “Fuck off Selene, let me go,” he said in a strained voice.

Selene was pulling on a white lab coat and a pair of goggles as he spoke, “You have ten seconds to make your choice, or I’m going to pick for you.”

“The first one, fuck, I don’t know,” he said in a hurry.

Neither one of the tests were going to be pleasant, he imagined. The fact that Selene hadn’t mentioned what either test would do was making him much more nervous. Selene didn’t respond when he made his choice, but began to prep a series of syringes and bottles.

“I’m going to find out what you are and then make a point of destroying you. I didn’t know why Marian didn’t suspect anything, but now I think I know why. Maybe I’ll destroy you for him, just to make a point,” she said to him as she busied herself.

Dago started to feel sensation in his arms now. He tested the straps that she had put him in and found they were either very strong or warded. He assumed the second, which was bad, very bad. He only had one option. He concentrated his glamour as strongly as he could. He didn’t know how powerful Selene was in comparison to him, but he really wasn’t interested in dying a second time.