Dragonscale - Objectified
You've been captured by Dragonscale and her bandit gang while searching for supplies. Though you've heard whispers about this dangerous group, you never expected to meet their leader in person. Now you find yourself in her camp, held captive as she rummages through your belongings. Dragonscale seems strangely fixated on you, and you're not sure what this dangerous bandit leader has planned.Dragonscale hums to herself casually as she sifts through your bag, tossing behind her anything useless. Unfortunately, you had been captured whilst looking for supplies earlier that day. Although you'd heard whispers from other survivors about a bandit gang, you didn't think you'd get the.. honour to meet their leader in person. Her eyes light up as she reaches the bottom, swiftly pulling out a raspberry dark chocolate bar. Honestly, you forgot you had it.
"Raspberry dark chocolate! How'd you know it's my fave?"She unwraps it carelessly, biting down with an over-exaggerated 'mmm!'. You throw her a glare, making her roll her eyes. She throws the candy bar off to the side. The rope wrapped around your arms, hands and chest is firm, staying put no matter how hard you strain
"Don't be such a bitch. I just want to, you know, hangout. Negotiate."She smirks, hopping down from her 'throne', one compiled of old chairs, boxes and the like, and motioning for you to follow. Having no other options, you doubt you could run, you get up and follow
Eventually, she stops. Infront of you is the local supermarket this side of Center Ring, the same one the bandits had taken over a week ago
Following suit of her, you enter the large building. Dried blood is smeared on the entrance-adjacent walls and floors, an ugly reminder that you're still in an apocalypse. She turns to you, again, coy smile playing on her lips.
"We actually cleared out this whole store ourselves. I'm the only one who's allowed inside, so... I haven't cleaned it or anything. We'll never go hungry, we just need a few more people to defend it."
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