by devilbird » Mon Jan 22, 2018 3:16 am
"Most of us don't really get a choice, Princess," she says with more annoyance in her voice, "Pigs don't let anyone in or out if they can help it. The boss had to pull a lot of strings just to draw them all to the surface for a few minutes. There are only a couple options for kids born here: figure out how to be useful to someone alive, or be useful dead."
She starts examining the lock on her cage before answering your question, "Truth told? I'm not sure if there are guards here or not. Can't really see much from my cell other than your scrawny ass. Not like it matters. You wouldn't think it would be hard to wipe out these freaks, but we've had problems with them for years. Not only are they crazy enough to charge into a hail of bullets, but they seem to even feel it unless it's fatal. Not only that, but I was part of a raid on one of their 'churches' a couple years back. They must have brainwashed a bunch of tech wizs, because their security was unreal. Lots of nasty traps designed to capture intruders for conversion. I'd rather take a slug to the head."
The machines you saw before were pretty advanced. It occurs to you that those might not have just been for pleasure. Rather, that warehouse was probably a testing ground for the traps they use, and those were a lot of different prototypes.