Raackman - Vacuous Hospitality

You're paralyzed, tied up and blindfolded
>How did this happen?
>You currently rest on the cold ground
>What did you do to deserve this?
>Two men using evil weapons and spells infiltrated the school, and took you
>Now they seem to be resting, one of them begins to talk
>"I get that the boss said that she has some sort of hidden power, but I can't see any signs of it, as far as I can tell, she's worthless."
>The voice laughs
>No, he's wrong, you're not worthless
>Right?
>You can hardly use magic, though, and just about everyone makes fun of you
>Another voice, although not as deep, responds to him
>"The Logana said she has untapped power, and it's never been wrong before."
>You feel a large hand wrap around your wrists, then you are lifted onto what is probably his shoulder
>The one with the deeper voice seems to be carrying you, his voice booms in your ear
>"That's true, I can't see why it'd be wrong this time."
>If you could, you would struggle, or cry out
>But for now, all you can do is allow your tears to stain your blind folds
>After a while it feels like the temperature has begun to plummet
>The cold goes right through your clothes
>This particular cold also seems to be coming from within yourself
>What are they going to do to you?
>If you could talk you could tell them that you don't have any power!
>You can't use magic
>Well, you can use a little, but it isn't very good or strong
>Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of large doors creaking open on massive hinges
>At first it's silence, save for the sound of crackling flames and footsteps on some sort of stone
>Soon, you hear incoherent whispers coming from no discernible direction
>Judging by the sounds of the footsteps, you're in some kind of tall, long hallway
>After a while of walking you hear another set of massive doors open, and soon hear an uproar of many voices
>The temperature seems to go back up, and with it the feeling in your limbs and extremities

>Most of the sound seems to consist of wild laughter, yelling, screaming and cursing
>It sounds incredibly chaotic in here
>The man carrying you yells out
>"Look here boys! This is our twentieth successful mission in a row!"
>Many of the other voices start cheering and yelling
>Eventually you are brought out of the room and into what feels like another spacious hallway
>It's even colder in here than the first hallway
>Your captors' footsteps echo even more
>It even sounds like there's more footsteps, other than your captors'
>You hear the sound of two even greater metal doors than any before opening
>A voice calls out from far away, it's volume causing it to echo even in this massive space
>"I see you two have brought what I have asked. You will be rewarded, but for now, bring her before me."
>You are soon unbound, and lowered into a small chair
>The pair of footsteps leaves, and the massive doors leading into this mighty room slam shut
>You feel the blind folds around your head lift off
>It's dark in here, and cold
>You can't see any walls, save for a large one some distance away in front of you
>Against the wall is a massive throne, next to it are tall, but thin windows that lead out into a dark blue sky
>On the ground is a gutter filled with flames that goes outward from the throne, giving some light to the room
>From above you can hear some sort of slithering and clicking sound
>Even if you could look up, you wouldn't
>From the throne a darkness rises
>The room is not pitch black, but the space of the person in the throne is
>It begins to approach you
>"So, you are the source of this power."
>It's voice is like a growling whisper, deep and menacing
>You feel strength returning to your limbs
>"Tell me, what is it like?"
>You sit as still as possible, still shivering
>As the dark space approaches, you grow more and more tempted to look away
>"How can a small girl wield such power..."
>It's voice trails off and it stops only a few feet away from you

>Terror begins to stiffen your body and limbs
>The cold begins to contribute to the terror, and the two sensations seem to mix
>He speaks slightly softer this time
>"Why do you not speak?"
>From close above you hear some incoherent whispering
>The dark figure in front of you begins to take some shape, becoming slightly more opaque
>It appears to be a cloak and a mass of robes with an invisible face
>Several pale, long and thin arms with multiple joins and massive hands begin to rise from the drapes of the robes of the figure in front of you
>They reach for you, stopping a few inches from your face, then start to shake and tremble
>"No, it's not coming from you... it's surrounding you."
>The arms recede into the dark mass of cloth
>"Now, the question is how to get it to manifest."
>The darkness moves away from you
>Your limbs continue to stiffly tremble
>A ringing sound suddenly comes from somewhere in the room, from above?
>The massive doors behind you loudly creak open once again
>You remain frozen in place, not daring to look around
>From behind a pair of footsteps approaches
>You feel a large hand land on your shoulder and you jump at it’s touch
>"We'll let you walk to your cell, now stand."
>They yank you from your seat, and you uneasily stand on your trembling legs
>You begin to slowly walk as the cold and terror slowly seeps from your limbs
>Now you get a slightly better look at the rest of the room
>Here and there are large pillars that extend from an unseen ceiling
>You still can't see any walls other than the one that the throne was against
>Slowly you make your way out of the room with the two men following close behind
>The doors swing inward by themselves, crashing as they shut
>It takes all that you have to not collapse and cry
>One of them presses a barrel of some sort of weapon against the back of your head, while the other begins to walk out in front