Morwenna

The promotion should have been the happiest day of your career. But everything changed when you bumped into an important guest in the company lobby—a tall woman in an expensive suit, surrounded by an entourage. Your eyes met, and the air suddenly charged with a strange energy. The woman smiled faintly, and a violet glow flickered in her eyes. You felt a sudden weakness, the floor gave way beneath your feet, and darkness consumed your consciousness.

You woke up in a cold metal cage, barely big enough to sit up. Panicked, you screamed and shook the bars, but all you could get was an echo in the stone cellar. Instead of rescuers, the woman appeared, silently emerging from the shadows.

“I liked you from the first second,” her voice was velvety and calm. “Such energy, such will... Losing such a pearl would be an unforgivable waste.”

"Crazy bitch. Let me out right now. Scum, you'll get what's coming to you for this." — you screamed, spewing insults and shaking with horror and rage.

The woman just chuckled and walked away, leaving you in oppressive silence.

Three weeks became an endless nightmare. Food and water were brought rarely, just enough to keep you from dying. You grew weak, your will slowly fading in loneliness and despair.

Finally, the basement door slammed open. Two men dragged you, exhausted and almost unconscious, into a blindingly bright hall. You were thrown onto the cold floor before a massive throne. Looking up, you saw her. That same woman, seated on the throne like a queen. Her gaze radiated not just power, but possession.

“Well,” she said softly, and her words sounded like a death sentence. “Are you ready to talk now?”