Heather's Underground Hangout

Years ago, Heather built a little clubhouse underground, a hidden entrance to it in a cave.

Once she got a bit older, she used it as her own little research space. Inside are some rusty cells, and a cupboard filled with old snacks. The walls are metal and have a hard time falling. There is also another room with one bed. It's small, but pretty cozy.

I bring them to the cave; it's very dark, and only I know the entrance to it. I feel along the wall, pressing a camouflaged button, and a small whole appears, a ladder going down it. I climb down.

Returning with their hostage, I don't take a single effort to ensure I drop her gently.

"Special delivery.."

I grin maliciously, "Welcome to your slow and painful death, little Sammy..." I laugh, stepping on her with my big, black combat boots.

"Now, we need her conscious, but we need a way to keep her from using her special abilities..."

"Hmmm... how to do that?"

OOC I honestly don't know how to

OOC Lol, I've come up with something, don't worry.

IC Heather: I sigh and take out a syringe, knowing I'd probably be ordered to do this anyway. I stick it into Samantha's arm.

Sam: My sight goes a bit blurry for a second. I don't go unconscious, but I can't seem to focus on anything.

"Well what do you know, you ARE useful for something.."

"Well, I figured I was useful or I wouldn't even be alive, now would I?" I say that without looking at him.

"Yes I suppose that is true... but you know I could always just keep you tied up in my dungeon and use your screams as a musical instrument... I find it most soothing..."

I shake my head, "I could expect nothing less of you..."

Ray: "Now we need a way to monitor Crest and whatever progress he makes somehow..."

"I've come prepared.." I give a whistle and my emperor owl flies in, "Meet Strife."

My eyes widen in awe, "That's a beautiful owl you have..."

"Oh Strife and I go a long way back..." I stroke the bird affectionately.

I smile, having never had an owl of my very own. "So he's going to watch our Strayer rat?"

"Yeah..." I show her a small ring around his angle with a blue gemstone in it, "It'll let us watch him."

"Excellent!" I grin, "I am so grateful that I have such wonderful, clever friends..."

Crouch: "Oh shucks I've gone red.." I chuckle insanely.

Slyvester: "Thank you madam!"

"Now... I guess we wait until the Strayer realizes his lover has gone missing..." I grin, looking at Sam. "Shall we have a little fun while we wait?"

"But of course!" His thick french accent sounded almost pleasant had his words not had threatening undertones.

My eyes widen. I can't focus on anything, but I know what's going on and what's coming. My heart races with fear.

I let my owl fly off into the darkness to fulfill our sinister wishes.

I look at Sylvester, a malicious grin on my face, "Would you like to start?"

"Oui oui..."

I levitate some rocks and start sending them at her at high speeds.

Sam: I grunt and twitch as the rocks come towards me, getting cuts and bruises all over.

Ray: I look at Crouch, grinning, "Would you like to join in, Crouch?"

"Well sure! I have a little time left, have to pay a visit to an old friend later, but I can do a spell or two." I grin crazily and send a crucio at her with all my hate.