The dark cell

The rattling of chains jolts you awake. You stare through the inky black darkness and vaguely make out your surroundings. You seem to be in some sort of stone cell with iron bars. Your wrists, chained to the wall behind you. Looking around the cell you can vaguely make out Syvella and Frost in a similarly compromising position. It is difficult to make out, but they both seem to be only wearing their undergarments. Looking down, you wear only your panties.

Damn! Where the hell are we?

Before you can ponder further, footsteps echo off the stone walls. A warm orange light begins to creep into view before you see its holder.

Redhook…

You wince as the wound on arm still stings despite being covered by a bandage which has bled through.

“Well well well, looks who is up and attem.”