I jerk awake what feels like moments after my less than stellar impact with whatever the hell it was, my head is killing me to boot. It has brought back all the aches and pains from my arrival ten fold.

I try and bring my hand up to rub my head, but find that I can’t move it at all. I open my eyes and look down to my right to see my wrist. Bound in some type of binding. I then slam my head up and around looking at where I am, the area I am in is poorly lit and small. Maybe about the size of a small Basement from what I can see from my limited angle.

I experiment with my legs, only to find that they are bound too. I start jerking my arms up and down, there is some give to the rests on, what I can only assume is a chair, it would take time but I would be able to free an arm. Now just to figure out where I am and how to get out, I also need to figure out what to do if what is happening is what I think is happening and work out a plan of escape with force if nessicary.

Okay so assuming I was knocked out, and it's looking far more likely that was the case, then I need to keep quiet. I am in a place that I know nothing about and among what I can only assume is a hostile people.

I also need to keep moving my arm in the restraint, as I can feel the rest it is attached to moving more and more. I don’t know how long I have been here or how long I have been out like a light, for all I know it could have been hours or days and with no windows I have nothing to judge the sun's movement by.

It’s been roughly an hour since I came too in this room, and so far nothing has come down to greet me. I can’t decide if that is a good thing or not though as it might mean I have been left down here to rot. I am starting to get Hungry and have been thirsty since I woke up, didn’t trust any water I found not to give me the shits so I never touched any of it out in the forest.

About another hour, I think, later I start to hear what I assume in movement above me. It sounds like a good number of people, if I had to make a guess I would say between three and eight. They are walking around what I can only assume is multiple rooms, though that’s a guess at best. But if it’s right, then that means the above space is larger than the area I am in.

It’s maybe another thirty minutes before I hear the creaking of stairs in front of me, from the Rhythm it is only one person coming down them. I force myself to slump forward with my head down as I hear the pair of feet hit the last steps and the landing to the basement.

After a few moments there is a creaking sound and a few more steps that now sound like clacking metal.The sound of the approaching clacking get’s nearer and nearer as a resounding creek thud comes from the door likely closing behind the person entering the room.

The clacking sound stops right in front of me, whoever this is must be observing me. I try and keep my breathing steady and focus on my hearing so I can try and understand my situation and how to get out of this person's captivity. I move my wrist slightly to check the rest it’s tied to, it’s loose enough that one good yank will pull it away and free me.

I listen as the person starts moving again; to my left, around the back of me and then around my right side and back to the front. Completing a full circle, the scratching of a pen (did they always have that?) on rough paper and a slight Hum follows. It’s only a moment before I start hearing a few mumbles, though I can’t pick anything out with how low volume it is.

It’s maybe a minute or so later that I hear the first words spoken, thankfully in English, by my my captor.

“Subject shows no signs of waking yet, though whether that is due to head injury or not is yet to be seen”

If you suspect I have a fucking HEAD INJURY then why haven’t you taken me to a hospital ya cunt!

“To recount for the record: the Subject is a bipedal, hairless, ape like being. Due to a run in with a certain Overzealous friend, the Subject has been in a coma like state for three weeks, two days, eight hours and as such I can not assess the Subjects mental acuity, intelligence, ability or lack of to speak”

Oi! I am not an ape you Cunt! But holy hell three weeks? I must look like a mess, have they been feeding me or even giving me water or a substitute?! Then again, they likely don’t know what I eat and that also likely explains the aches and pains I have.

“Subject is of at least 6 feet or greater in height, has fur on it’s head with light coatings on it’s four apendages”

Appendages? Doesn’t she mean arms? There is a clacking sound again and within a moment I feel a soft poke at one of my arms.

“Subject has soft, but likely durable hide with visible if taught muscle structure underneath”

Oi! Stop it with the poking, stop it!

“When examined closer during subjects coma like state, it’s mouth sports both canid like incisors and flat crunching teeth inductive of both a Carnivorous and Herbivorous diet”

Okay so scratch my previous thought, they DID know what I likely ate, the more I hear the more I am starting to dislike this person.

“Subject has been showing general signs of malnourishment and Dehydration after two weeks, thus at the end of this session I will be attempting a revival spell to see if the subject can be forcefully awoken, though I will only do so after taking various samples”

Wait what? Spell? DID I get kidnapped by some Cult or something? And what does she mean by Samples?! Okay, okay I will wait for her to get in close to try and cast this so called “Spell” at which point I will attempt my escape through Force. I am NOT waiting for this Crazy Cunt to do something irreversible to me.

“I will now take blood and tissue samples from the Subject, though I will do so by Hand as we do not yet know what kind of reaction the Subject will have to Magical Fields”

Magic? What the hell is she talking about? I am really not liking this, but at least she is getting closer to me and that is exactly what I need. From the sounds of the clacks, I just need to wait a moment more.

Any moment now, wait for it. THERE! I Thrust my hand forward with Force and the Chair Rest comes away with the sound of popping wood, once it comes free I swing it and my hand to my right. Within a moment the swing makes contact with Flesh and then all that is heard is a Girly squeak and resounding thud.

“Eep”

Thwack

Thud

Author's Notes:

Chapter 2 on its way, let me know what you guys think and if you see a mistake point it out!