Somewhere?, Hopefully Still in Baltimore, Sometime? Maybe Tuesday?

Verity knew three things even before she opened her eyes: that she was somewhere enclosed, probably no larger than a bathroom stall, that someone had changed her clothes - nothing was riding the way it should have, which probably meant her weapons were also gone - and that she was in serious trouble. Then she raised her aching head, opened her eyes, and added a fourth thing to the list: wherever she was, it was pitch-black. ( No natural or artificial light, and she wasn't a bogeyman, she couldn't see in the dark. )

[Adapted from Seanan McGuire's Midnight Blue-Light Special and coded by the delightful firstofitskind. I do not deserve you, bb. NFI, NFB.]

Still...Somewhere?, Dear God Please Still Be in Baltimore, Definitely a Time

The sound of footsteps woke her from her doze. She cracked her eyes open just far enough to test the quality of the light. It hadn't changed. There were no windows in her little room, so the passage of time wouldn't affect things, but they also hadn't turned off the lights, or tried setting up an interrogation rig. That was good. ( She stayed comfortably limp, waiting to see who was approaching and what they wanted. )

( cut for explicit interrogation )

( And now, escape )

[CONTENT WARNING FOR TORTURE. Adapted from Midnight Blue-Light Special by Seanan McGuire . NFB, NFI. Previous entry.]