OOC: I’M BACK BITCHES!!
Kasumi opens her eyes… feeling incredibly groggy and kinda sticky from bleeding all over herself. “…Uhhhg… what the…?”
The walls around her are covered in red glowing runes and letters. Forming an insanely complex sealing spell. The door won’t budge and Kasumi is nowhere near strong enough to try and go busting though a wall. No way around it, she is trapped.
This place does however contain a few things… inside a dresser she finds a First Aid Kit, which she uses to treat her lump and other bumps. The remainder of that is deposited haphazardly into her purse… This dresser also appears to contain some clothes, but she most definitely isn’t in the dress up mood right now.
No response makes the red letters seem more imposing…
“… well okay then.”
She starts pacing the room, reading what she can but not making any sense of it’s meaning…
“… so just wait for somebody to come by to kill me or turn me into a puppet, eh…”
she slumps down on the chair… letting out her breath… then leans fowards holding her face with both hands… she can’t seem to cry, and realizes she had probably been doing it while she was knocked cold
“Hold up… the room isn’t blank so…”
She looks behind her… she could have the tactical advantage here. Just hide and wait for the guard to come in here to rape me like they do in a Hentai Doujinshi, and use the pepperspray to escape again… it should have a few more sprays left, right? Maybe…?
She awkwardly hides herself behind the chair… immediately getting leg cramps and casually show off her panties to the wall. This gets unbearable uncomfortable after 3 minutes and she goes back to sit in the chair again…
“Damn spy movies… they always make that look so easy…”
The red letters remain undisturbed… taunting her in her misery. And to make it worse, her stomach finally growls.
She cries for a few minutes. Then goes to pee in a travel coffee mug she keeps with her. Then proceeds to pace for several more minutes and finally collapses back on the chair again.
“I am seriously going to go insane in here… is this it? Am I in some sort of eternity spell where the world outside of here is whirling past at breakneck speeds while I am sealed away? Or is it the other way around, where I will simpily starve to death and rot away even before the second is up? Oh god my mom won’t ever know what even happened to me!!”
Hands on head again, trying to squeeze out her agitation. She eyes that dress in the closet again, but then eyes the door again. Then the Walls… it’s hard to look at the walls without imagining little demons laughing in her head.
“… yup. It’s official. I have been left to rot in here!”
a massive defeated sigh exits her lips as she sprawls upon the chair…