She entered the room and this time looked beyond the racks of robes she had stolen her current attire from. She took a more careful and thorough look around the place. There were torches placed in the back right and left corner that shown light into the room. It gave the room enough light to see by, but barely. There was a larger open space on the right side that was decorated with clothing hooks. These were the additional robes she had seen, but also various empty hooks where presumably, robes used to hang as well. The back left side of the room was fully open, making it seem more like an expanded hallway than anything else. She considered going through the other robes but abandoned that idea when she thought about how that would look if anyone walked by. She could not be seen by anyone.

"No time to go looting, I need to get out of here as soon as possible."

She followed the hallway to the left and turned right following the turn soon after. She was crouching the whole way, trying to stay low and stay out of sight. There were torches here too, but not as often. It was enough for her to see by, but it was close. This brought her into a new room. This room was particularly rundown; the left wall was partially crumpled and the door ahead of her was made of iron but had various rust spots on there. It didn't look locked, but opening it would definitely be a heavy and loud process. The room itself was filled with boxes, most closed, but there were a few open ones. She decided to look through the open ones while she made her way to the iron door. There were no knives or obvious weapons in any of the open crates so she settled on a small hammer she could hold in one hand and even hide in her robe. She had no illusions about her fighting prowess, but it was better than nothing. As she walked to the iron door, she looked more closely and realised that the spots of rust she had identified earlier were not made from rust. They were stains of blood.

"Shit, that's a bad sign."

As she took a step back in shock, she began to hear voices from the other side of the door, again in the strange language she had heard earlier. It came from the other side of the door. She stepped back again and almost lost her balance, quickly stabilising herself, she looked around the room for some place to hide. Her head moved from side to side, scanning the room again. Her sight landed on the wall, the left side was partially destroyed and seemed to go pretty far. She ran over and tried to squeeze herself in there, it was painful but it worked much more effectively than she thought and soon, she was fully in the wall. She squeezed herself further inside and saw that this hole went pretty far. She felt the walls pressing closer. Doing her best to not make a single sound, she went even further inside. The hole in the wall opened up and before she knew it she could turn around. She turned herself and felt her knees and arms scrape the walls, it hurt, but she kept going and eventually she fully turned. In front of her was another opening with some light shining through the darkness. She walked forward, escaping from the voices in the other room.

This hallway she found herself in was empty but for a door straight to her right. The door was partially open, and she crept closer to see what was inside. As she crept forwards her thought went to her situation again. This whole scenario is insane. She had been kidnapped and chained to a fucking wall by cultists. Fucking cultists! How does that even happen, her office had a security system, it had alarms for fuck's sake. It made no sense and the more she thought about it the more she found no possible way they could have gotten in to the office.

Going into the next room she saw that it was larger than any she had seen. The room was filled with tables and chairs. There was no one inside, so she made her way through the doors. Now fully in the room she understood where she was. It had chairs, tables and what looked like a countertop, or simply a larger, higher table in this case. She had found herself in the dining room.

"I guess that cultists have to eat too. Actually, about food, maybe I can steal someone's dinner."

She had been hungry and that was before she was imprisoned. The pizza she ordered wasn't for nothing. Now that she thought about it, she was suddenly extremely hungry. She quickly looked around and found some hard bread and cheese, it didn't taste great, but it was better than nothing. She kept hold of the bread in one hand and pulled out the tablet-like device with her other hand. Now that she had some time, might as well check were she was. She was not bad with directions, but it had a map function, so she did not need to be great. She opened the map function again and looked at where she was right now.

She had gone off-track for a while, but the door on the right should lead her closer to the escape. Having decided on a course of action, she put the tablet-like device back in the robe and made her way to the other door. This door was much more solid that the previous ones, it was made from wood with iron supports and even had a rack for a wooden barricade. It was also actually whole, which was definitely different from the other doors. She slowly opened the door and tried to quickly push herself to the other side. As soon as she squeezed past, she knew she had made a mistake. Outside the door, on either side, were two cultists that apparently guarded this hallway from the other side. The door creaked and they immediately spun to face her. At this distance, the hoods did little to hide their faces and she had her first look at her kidnappers.

They looked more normal than she thought. She had imagined devil horns or maybe fully black eyes, to go with the whole medieval theme this place had. Surprisingly, they looked human. The one on her right had pale skin with green eyes and the one of her left had a more tanned skin with brown eyes. Both their faces were covered in the same tattoos of lines and dots she had previously seen. It looked almost as if they had tattooed a circuit board onto their faces. The lines seemed to extend far beyond their neckline. As she was taking in their faces, she had been standing there in shock but her attackers had not. While they were more shocked to see her than they would later admit. Her attackers were first to react, and one stepped forward and hit her with the blunt end of the spear. It hurt. A lot. She was dazed and stumbled back. In that moment she saw the other one step back and move his hands in a strange pattern. The tattoos lit up with an internal yellow light and suddenly she could not move, her whole body was stuck in place. The other guard pulled back his spear again and hit her straight in the forehead with the blunt end again. For the next few minutes, she was in and out of consciousness. She felt herself being carried back and tried to struggle, but she could not move her body no matter how much she tried.

Finally coming back to herself she found she was back in the cell. This time not bound, but the door was fully closed, and she had seen them barricade it from the outside. In one of her flashes she saw they grabbing a chair and move it to the door. They had not removed her cloak or searched her; they had just dumped her back where she had just escaped from. This was a bad position to be in. She could move again, which was something, but what was she going to do? Even if they escaped from here, there would certainly be more guards this time. She could not even survive more than 10 seconds against those two and they had been surprised to see her.

A voice spoke into her mind out of nowhere. The voice was smooth and calm, it sounded way too relaxed for the situation. Do you wish to escape? Do you seek power? Do you want to live?

She had no idea who was speaking to her, but she felt something else in her head. A power beyond her own. She did not trust it, but whatever these cultists had planned for her was probably death or human sacrifice or something else bad for her health. She wanted to survive, she was going to survive.

Well? Tell me, do you wish to escape? Do you want the power to escape and destroy your enemies?

This was a bad idea. This was definitely a very bad idea. Then again, dying was not an option. She was going to live; she would survive this bullshit. If she was going to do this though, it was time to set some ground rules.

"Yes. I want to make a deal."