She didn’t want to open her eyes. Once she did, there was no way to unsee what existed around her, what vile things the tiny cretins were doing. Adonya forced open those dark brown eyes of hers, hopeful that somehow she would have a brief opportunity of escape and be able to seize it. To her right, inquest members hovered over lab samples with their long ears both perks up for listening and flopped down for concentration as they studied. Was that her blood? As her eyes traveled left, back to the door from which she entered and to the table on which they had her semi-reclined upon, they found another pair staring back at her. Solid black. Rows of sharp ugly teeth gleaned through a menacing smirk as the male asura watched her. “Welcome to the world of the -living-, necromancer.” He scoffed out a laugh at his own joke as Adonya pulled on the restraints binding her to the table. “Oh no.” He continued to chuckle with a delighted grin. “You can not escape. None of them have. Perhaps though.... you will be different in one way.” He got up from his desk by the door and all other workers paused in their work to look back at him. An eerie silence invaded the small space of a room. “You see. Unlike them, -you- come from a loooong line of necromancers. Don’t you? Your mother Allisyn. Her mother, Ethel, and the list continues all the way back to the noble court in Ascalon.” Her panicked stare was altered only slightly into one of confusion as he mentioned these things with a dark tone of amusement. “Oh. You didn’t even know that part. We do our research here.” He gestured grandly and nodded to his cohorts who returned to their work, “As you can see.” His spot beside her shows how the table is low and a platform of steps grants him height to hover over her. Cold, wet, and sticky her arms tried again to break free of their bonds. She couldn’t see them. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” Lady Vossi. You’re about to help me with something. Do stick around.” He reached down, pulled up some wires, and began attaching them to her forehead with some sort of paste. “We need to collect more data from you. While you’re still alive.”
