In another area of the facility, Fiona Fox stirred, moaning faintly, as she began to look around.
"W-where am I?" She murmured.
"You are in my new facility." The voice informed her. "The collar around your neck is a simple device: It lets me take control of our body whenever I need to, but of course, if you don't give me reason to, you'll be fine. Here, you will have food, drink, bedding, hygiene- everything you need. But you can't leave. Your old friends are all here, getting used to their new lives."
"What about Scourge?" She demanded.
"Oh, him? Nowhere near entertaining enough for me. Such a boring brute. I'd have to keep him under control the entire time to stop him pulverizing the other guests. I'm sure thye'll be pleased to see you, though."
"Yeah, no thanks." She grunted, walking out of the room.
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