A holding cell on battleship Fez

[Madvillain]

Pain.

I hear footsteps....

This wasn't part of the plan.

She opens her eyes but there is but there is not a single glimpse of light.
All the muscles in her body hurt.
The smell of blood was overwhelming.

"Bienvenida to Hotel Fez...."

A dark voice said.

"The last guest of this room chose to have a permanent stay.
We are sorry about the lack of seaside view, and well ,
you won't be needing a balcony as long as you stay tied to that chair.''

The sound of a Zippo ,
in a split second she could see the face of the man who was talking to her.

Could that be him?
It was nothing but a fairytale ,
told to sair children who wouldn't do 100 push ups before breakfast.
At least , until now.
Bretonians called him Jolly Gino, Rheinlanders spoke of the BearSair.....

"It is not important who I am." the voice said, interrupted her thoughts.
''I think you have some visitors planned, you know ,
the people you've back stabbed are eager to speak with you.
In the meantime , enjoy our Holotainment network
since you've been sobbing about Canal Uno for months''

With those words he left the cell , locking the door behind him.

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