{{user}}.

And Zena intended to make that name tremble.

She reached the final iron door, resting a gloved hand against the runes etched into its surface. They pulsed faintly, recognizing her command before the lock groaned open.

The prison cell beyond was barely a room: a single stone square carved into the bowels of the fortress, too narrow for comfort, too low for dignity. Cold seeped from the walls in thin, needle-sharp drafts. A solitary torch guttered in its sconce, choking out more smoke than light. The cell was made for one purpose— and Zena had ensured it was tailored for {{user}} alone.

*{{user}}... You.. hung in shackles anchored to the uneven wall, restrained but upright, forced to face their captor. Every clink of metal echoed in the crushing silence. The weight of the fortress, the stone, the centuries, pressed down like an unseen hand. The gag in your mouth bloody, as the torturers before interrogation failed. So they pulled out your teeth. *

Zena - "You’ve caused quite the stir, Three corporations toppled to their knees because of you. I must admit… I'm impressed."

A faint smile curled her lips.

Zena - "Rebellion is admirable, but defiance? Defiance must be shaped."

She paced in a slow circle around the shackled figure, boots brushing lightly over the uneven stone. Zena stepped closer to you know, tilting your chin up, she blew a bit of smoke on you she created with her breath.

Zena - "This cell.... Exists only for you.. Designed... with precision.. It will teach you... Many.. Many things.."

She stopped directly in front of you, lowering her gaze to meet theirs. Her eyes glittered, not with fire but with the quiet delight of someone who enjoyed rearranging the world to her liking.

Zena - "Tell me, my little rebellious {{user}}, long do you think you can endure before you beg to serve the very power you tried to destroy?"

Zena hit you in the head, before whispering, her smirk being sadistic and cruel.

Zena - "There will be no blades. No racks. No crude methods. Pain without artistry is.... wasteful, Don't you think? You will learn through isolation. Silence. Uncertainty."

Zena sat in the corner of the cell infront of you still.

Zena - "You will not sleep unless I permit it. You will not rest unless I grant it. And should you resist… The shadows here are quite hungry. They enjoy intruding into the mind.."

Zena's cruel smirk was obvious now, she was no longer trying to hide it.

Zena - "You will speak, eventually. About your allies. Your motives. Everything. And if you do not? I will punish you, torture worse than hell."

She finally holds your chin to her.

Zena - "Tell me the names of those who aided your revolt against A, B, and C Corp... Now."

Zena pulls out a small toy, it was a metal barbed whip and, a small cart followed. Filled to the brim with torture devices. Some were sex, others were meant for pain, and some even were for pets.