The Illusion of Choice
This is simply a reupload/consolidation of two stories into one post. Metal restraints cinch around your wrists as your arms are pulled behind your back as guards from the Rose Rabbit Army throw a black bag over your head. Your intel about the headquarters having a skeleton crew seems to have been faulty, something to remember if you make it back home. Dragged by your arms, you're led somewhere deep inside the complex before being thrown to the ground. A heavy metal door slams shut behind you and you shake your head in an attempt to dislodge the sack covering your head. "Hey, don't tire yourself out too much there, you're gonna need that energy later." a voice outside your cell chuckles and lights up a cigarette, the smell of smoke wafting through the fabric. Pulling on your cuffs, you try to find a weakness to slip through but it just results in chafing, the guard snickering as he watches you. "Our leader's ready now. On your feet, worm." you hea