The clang of a key turning in a lock made Zephyr spin around and press her back against the wall. The heavy door swung open and light streamed through stunning Zephyr as she covered her eyes.
“Trying to escape?” Zephyr squinted into the light trying to make out who was talking. The voice sounded familiar to her but she couldn’t quite place it. “Bring her to the interrogation room.”
The winglie that had been talking turned and walked out of the doorway as two winglies entered the room and grabbed Zephyr by the arms. She squirmed but they only tightened their grip on her and lifted her slightly off the ground. She kicked her feet and whipped her tail as they removed her easily from the cell.
“What the heck is going on here?” Zephyr yelled as they entered a well lit hallway. “Put me down!”
Screams of pain and agony echoed down the hallway and made Zephyr quiet. As they passed room after room she imagined that they were all like the cell they had just taken her out of. She could hear muffled sounds of people crying, some people beating on the doors to their cells and others just screaming from going insane being left in the dark cells.
A chill went down her spine as they left the hallway and turned down another. There was a strong odor here, the stench of death. Pools of blood were on the floor and the walls were lined with tools used to torture information out of people.
They carried her past one room where the door was left ajar. She glanced in and instantly wished that she hadn’t as a scream tore out of the room and down the hallway. She had only looked for half a second but had seen a winglie tied to a post screaming as a masked furr hacked away at his wings. She felt sick to her stomach and puked, wishing that she hadn’t looked.
When she looked up she was standing in a room like the one she had just seen. There was a post in the middle of the room that had a small trench dug out around it full of blood. On one side of the room was a cross looking contraption with shackles where the hands and feet would go. Chains hung from the ceiling and dripped with blood. Her escorts took her to the cross and fastened the restraints so that she faced the opposite side of the room and got a good look at the table covered in bloody knives and swords, whips and more chains.
The two winglies that brought her in left the room and shut the door behind them. They hadn’t bothered to take off the chains that she had pulled out of the wall only minutes ago.
Zephyr shook her head slowly. It all seemed so surreal to her. This place could only be ____. It used to be used as an asylum after the war, mostly for the survivors with the worst PTSD but after a while it began to change. Years after the veterans either recovered or were forgotten the military acquired the rights to use the asylum people stopped talking about it, like it didn’t even exist because it was being used for criminals and for interrogation purposes. No civilian would be anywhere near the area, especially with the armed guards that patrolled every entrance into the asylum.
If someone was taken into ____ they were not heard from again.