An underground world

Number Twelve had forgotten about being nude or being at the mercy of a prisoner whom she had abused for some time and who had subsequently **** her mere hours ago. Instead, she found herself staring out at something that simply could not be.

Number Twelve and Calvo were standing on a small ledge that looked out into a valley of some sort. The 'sky' above was sort of a pearly white. There was no visible sun or light source. It was just this bright bluish-white that seemed to radiate light. The color was such that it was hard to tell just how high the dome was. It could be twenty feet, two hundred feet, or two miles. Number Twelve had no way of knowing, having been **** in the travel to get to this point.

Thirty or forty feet below them was a tropical rain forest, that was a stark contrast to the world above them. Oddly colored butterflies and birds flew about on the tree tops, and strange calls and cries emanated from underneath the forest canopy.

Number Twelve and Calva were interrupted from their thoughts as a strange rumbling inserted itself into their presence.