Mara walked back in front of Farah with her back towards her she turned to look at the girl her eyes luminous with purple just around the iris but it was slowly spreading to her pupil "my men will take you to your cell, you'll be fed within the next few hours and you'll be given clothes to change into, we're done here. " she snapped before turning away again heading back the way she had entered
Farah jerked against her restraints to sit up straighter, and her eyes widened at Mara's words. "Wait!" she called out, though she had no idea what more she had to say. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if the other woman made good on her earlier promise and decided to have Farah killed. Finally, after a painfully long pause, Farah found words.
"You're better than this!"
Mara stopped at looked the the girl over her shoulder clearly aggravated she rolled her eyes and once she started to leave again she froze she stood there for a moment her face was clear no signs of anger her eyes darting around and she took a breath before walking once more not dignifying the girl with a remark she walked out of the room and once she opened the door two men in suits were waiting on the other side their faces covered she moved past them as they walked I said towards Farah one moving behind her to undo the handcuffs and another one to the left of her with a syringe "you make one false move and you die got that? " one of them asked sharply
Farah was hopeful for a fleeting moment before the other woman continued on her way and left. Dammit. She thought she'd been close. Apparently not.
At the arrival of the men, Farah's guard was instantly back up. She watched them, gaining suspicion as they came closer. The sight of the syringe in the man's hand made Farah wary and cautious. Farah cast a narrowed glance at the substance in it. She didn't want to know what it was. She had no intention of finding out, but knowing Mara, it was sure to be lethal. And the man's comment obviously swayed her thoughts too.
"I came here of my own accord," she retorted evenly. "I don't understand why there's a need for all this. Whatever you want me to do, wherever you want me to go, I'm not going to fight. I have no plans on dying because of… whatever that is."
The mad behind her unlocked her shackles and grabbed her arm pulling her up slightly "that doesn't matter to us were following orders now get up, " he said plainly as the man with the syringe stood impatiently with his arms crossed, they each had masks covering their faces but the man was clearly pissed that he had to deal with farah, the man helping farah up seemed to not having any issues with it, he was being far more gentle than the other.
(Sorry this is weird I'm in class lmao)
Farah stifled a gasp as she was raised to her feet by a grip on her arm. "I'm up," she snapped, trying to keep the venom out of her voice. "No thanks to you." She noticed their masks and scoffed quietly. Of course, Mara would make her underlings wear masks. The woman was ridiculous.
(It's all good! Sorry I didn't respond much, I was sick the past few days 😭)
(Oh no! I hope your okay now, don't worry about the replies it okay I understand.)
The one who had a hold of farah moved her quietly to a different door on the other side of the room which lead to a hallway with 12 doors one side with more than the other the left holding 7 and the right holding 5 they went through the last of the seven doors on the right that had a key pad with a 4 digit code, once they were through the door there was one more which was much more secure you would need a key card to get through it, on the other side were possibly 30 cells half of which were occupied with what seems to be criminals they moved her to a cell next to a woman with a scar on her face, she seemed to be rabid she was snarling at the three as they walked by before slamming herself against the metal door and looking through the peep hole
(I feel like my reply is so… Odd-)
(It's not! I get it, it's hard to describe specific locations lol)
If the goal was to turn Farah's head with the amount of security they were going through to keep her here, then Mara and her henchmen succeeded. She was shocked by the number of cells alone that there were, and she flinched away as she heard one of the occupants snarled and slammed themself against the door of their prison.
Farah panicked. What if that was what the serum inside of the syringe did? She definitely didn't want to find out. Her heart was racing as she tried to figure out which of the cells would be hers. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too close to that… person.
(Well that's reliving lmao) (also the cells kinda resemble solitary confinement cells so you have the door and then brick walls seperate the prisoners)
The man that held farah stopped at the cell next to the lady that had slammed against the door and he opened the door unlocked her shackles and nudged her inside before shutting the door "there are clothes there on the bed along with sheets and a pillow, you have a sink and toilet with your basic necessities as well, please change and place them in the small plastic container, when you have placed them in the container slid it through the opening in the middle of the door, this Will also be used to give you your food and water and anything that needs to be passed through the cell door. Mara has asked that you be let out of your cell twice a day, once for questioning, once to be away from other prisoners this will not be your permanent cell block. " and with that he opened the little compartment and relived the other man of his duties before standing beside the door to wait for the container.
(Gotcha!)
Farah felt a shudder pass through her as she was stopped at the cell right beside the crazy woman's. Lovely, she couldn't help but think. Before she knew what was happening, her hands were free, but she was inside the cell with the door shutting soundly behind her.
Her eyes followed his instructions as he spoke from her new bed, to the sink and toilet, to the container, then back to the door where she identified the slot. Farah's mouth dropped open immediately once the compartment was open. They would wait for her. Every move she made was cataloged and likely reported back to Mara. The bitch. And exactly what questioning did she have planned for Farah? But at the very least, she was getting out. She did wonder what he meant about this not being her 'permanent' cell block.
Swallowing heavily and choking down a sob, Farah paced over to her bed and slowly changed into her new clothes. To her disdain, they were actually kind of nice. With a sigh, she packed her old, blood-soiled clothes in the container and slid it through the hole in the door. Her eyes pooled with tears, but she dutifully blinked them away. She wouldn't cry here. Farah wouldn't give Mara the satisfaction, especially after telling the villain that she wouldn't be broken. Because she wouldn't be broken.
As soon as the plastic container popped out of the compartment the man snatched it closed the little door and walked away without a word, it would be a few hours before someone came with a tray of food that actually looked edible, it seemed she was being treated better than the others but she wouldn't realise this till later on,
The little door opened and a tray poked through and stayed there, the man that had held the syringe had her tray now, "come on dinner time come grab it or I'll drop it on the floor. "
(Lil Boop)
Farah didn't expect the guard to say anything as he took her plastic container away. She was alone after that, pacing her cell for what felt like hours on end. She had already lost track of the time, and by the time the meal tray came, she hurried to get it before the guard dropped it. Whether the threat was real or not, didn't matter. It was still there, and Farah couldn't afford to not eat. She needed to keep her strength, so she steadily ate her way through the meager tray.
Once Farah took the tray the guard took a step back with his hands behind his back "I'll be back in 20 minutes I expect that tray to be empty and no hiding food, you'll be moved to a new cell later even though I think you should stay here living in your own filth, mara feels that you should be comfortable. " he spat out his last sentence before walking away within a few minutes a loud bang from the metal door could be heard.
(Sorry this is kinda small girly)
(It's okay! I'm not picky about length. Motivation varies depending on the day ❤️)
Farah frowned at his words while processing what they meant. She had to eat quickly and couldn't conserve her food, which was a bit disappointing. But she also needed her energy to counter whatever Mara was going to throw at her next.
She was going to be moved to a new cell… what did that have to do with anything? And why did Mara think she should be comfortable? How did that tie into anything? Didn't Mara despise her? What had Farah done to somehow earn a sliver of Mara's grace? Or was this simply meant to just confuse Farah so the hero couldn't find her way out even if she tried?
Farah jumped at the loud bang from the door. She slowly sank down and sat on her bed before beginning to eat. It was better food than she thought she'd be given. She'd at least give Mara that.
(Okie thank you ❤ and also sorry about the late reply!)
The man had come back around the time he said he would, a few hours after that the lights in the hallway turned off and a small dim buzzing light in the corner of the room came on a few seconds later. Mara would return to the "prison" in the morning, early. And she did, around 8 o'clock. A few windows were letting in some light from the outside it was barley enough to illuminate the ball but the lights wouldn't turn on until 9. She walked into the hall and shut the door rather quietly and made her way to farah's cell and opened the door "
Alright come on get up its time for you to go. " she leaned against the door frame and yawned a little.
(You're totally fine bestie! Life has me in a chokehold right now, so I've been an ass with responding lately…)
Farah managed to eat everything in the twenty minutes it took for the man to return. The exchange was wordless, and she soon fell into a haunting sleep.
By the time Mara came by, Farah was still sleeping. The woman was entirely exhausted, physically and mentally. She blinked as a bit of light hit her face, and it took her a moment to realize who was there and what she was saying.
Farah sat up and blinked away the blurriness of sleep. "What?" she asked, quickly attempting to look unfazed by Mara's sudden arrival. "Where are we going?"
Mara smiled a little and lightly tapped the door frame. "We're going for a walk, I wanna talk to you. Then your gonna be moved somewhere more comfortable, and smells a little nicer. " Mara was dressed as if she were a normal person, she was wearing a pair of leggings and a burgundy sweater with loose sleeves and a tight ish torso. She stepped out of the way and gestures for Farah to step into the Hall with her.
(Grins gurl shut up your fine.)
Farah frowned, hesitating as she took in Mara’s word, appearance, and body language. Slowly, the hero woman stood up and hesitantly approached the door frame. She was ready for some kind of fight or catch to the villain’s offer.
“What do you want to talk about?” she asked skeptically. “And why am I being moved?”
Mara shrugged and combed through her hair with her fingers, she had it down now. it had a slight curl to it the larger curly strands broke into smaller ones when she combed through them. "Oh just come on… I need to- apologize for past behavior, and I have a few questions I was hoping you'd answer. And as far as you leaving this place I figured you'd want some privacy.. But I could always bring you back here if you'd like. " she had sly smile when she talked about keeping Farah in the old room.
Farah's eyes darted up and down Mara's figure, steadily looking for any concealed weapons while studying her body language. She was so casual, Farah couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or immensely good at concealing a lie.
Apologizing for past behavior? What does she mean? the woman wondered in her mind. Out loud, she asked, "What kind of questions?"
Her eyes narrowed slightly at the villain's sly smile. "It depends on what the other room looks like."
Mara snickered and she watched the girl look her over and she looked down at the ground still keeping her eyes on Farah. "Ya know.. If you wanted to check me out you could have done it while I was wearing something that complimented me more.. " the girl almost couldn't contain her laughter, she quickly cleared her throat and straitened her posture.
Mara looked at the girl a little confused. "I could always keep you in that room if you would prefer it, but then we wouldn't have a reason to walk around-"
Farah immediately blushed at Mara’s comments, and only then did she put together what it looked like she’d been doing. “That’s not— No, I… I wasn’t—“ the hero stammered, unable to get a clear response out, much to her own dismay. She eventually looked at the wall and said, “That isn’t what I was doing.”
Her eyebrows arched a moment. Did Maya really think she was that gullible? This woman had caused so much pain and anguish over the years for so many civilians. And all of a sudden she was being nice? It didn’t make sense to Farah. “I just need to make sure this new room isn’t some kind of torture chamber.”
Mara smirked "oh it isn't? Your blushing an awful lot to be innocent of such an accusation, Ethier way we must be going so let's hurry I'd rather not wake the others here with our banter."
She made her way over to the metal door that left the ball and opened it quietly waving Farah over so they could exit. They would have their discussion on the way to farah's new room, and according to Mara's thoughts Farah would have more questions once they got there.
"You have my word it isn't a torture chamber, believe it or not I don't have any.. I've never needed them I don't think I ever will," she had already stepped out the door and looked at Farah with yet another smirk "but do let me know if that's something you're interested in having in your room. " she said with a wink, slightly joking but it wasn't easy to tell.
Farah's eyes narrowed at Mara's smirk and comments. "Get over yourself," she snapped back, finding her words again. "I wasn't looking at you."
Still, she headed for the door and followed Mara out into the hall. The hero could only hope this wasn't some elaborate plan to get her comfortable and then have her killed.
"And do you consider your word to mean much?" Farah quipped, ignoring the winks as best she could. "How about a bed that's not bolted to the wall and a mattress that isn't so thin I can feel the bars underneath it when I lie down?"
"Are you sure? You were looking at something.." There was a small giggle at the end of her sentence and she shook her head again. She moved over to the door once again to latch it and then began walking taking a left away from the holding area.
"Trust me.. This place is great, it's almost like a little apartment, well, mother-in-law Suite more than an apartment, but either way it's comfortable I promise, but I did want to talk about your time with the scientists that worked on you, would you be open to that? "
Farah gritted her teeth to avoid saying anything else in reply. Instead, she resigned herself to following Mara and glancing around every so often to try and get her bearings.
She couldn't help the confused expression that appeared on her face as Mara described the room she was being moved to. "Why would you want to give me a suite over that cell? I thought you despised me?"
But her expression immediately became guarded again at Mara's question. She clenched her jaw and lifted her chin up a bit more. "No."
Mara kept her steps silent and they made their way through the hall, "because I'm in charge here and that's were I want to to be. " she hummed in a low tune looking Back at Farah her violet eyes glowing slightly in the dim space "I don't despise you really, just the people you work for, and I do apologize for my rudeness yesterday, I can normally control my temper but I suppose that wasn't happening. "
There was some silence after farah's response to Mara's question, the villain understood why the girl didn't want to talk about it she herself still got angry at just the thought of what they had done to her. She nodded and brought her hand up to the back of her neck and rubbed an old scar "that's fine.. We'll get there eventually.. Is there anything you would like to discuss?"
Farah became even more unsettled by the idea of staying where Mara wanted her to be. Though when the other woman's violet eyes met her brown ones, Farah heard her own breath catch softly.
"Oh," the hero murmured quietly. "I always thought it was me you hated." She smiled faintly at the apology from Mara. It was at least a start. "It's forgiven," she stated as if it were that simple.
Farah noticed the action of Mara rubbing her neck and felt a pinch of sympathy for the girl. Maybe… maybe they weren't as opposite as Farah had thought. Though she wasn't exactly ready for a therapy session in the hallway. "No," she answered again.
(Got me kicking my feet over here 😆)
"No I don't hate you, I never did. " she said with a small smile.
The rest of the walk was silent it only took about 15 minutes to get to farah's new room. Mara pulled a key card out of her pocket and unlocked the door before pushing the door open and turning towards farah and handing her the key "here, your free to come and go from your room as you please. I haven't established for you to be able to leave the property yet.. But we'll get there in time, you can always go outside though. There's a garden.. Kinda" Mara seemed embarrassed by how her "home" was. Her checks had a slight redness to them when she looked at farah, she cleared her throat and took a breath. "Well.. Um I suppose I should let you get settled in I'm sure your still tired, you should have everything you need in here and my men can give you ingredients for meals.."