This may or may not end up being related to the story. But it did start it all.

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After hours of mutilation, a twenty year old man who had once worn a red shirt with black long sleeves sat in an old wooden chair, his arms tied behind him. The shirt, which he technically still wore, was in tatters. His face was stained with blood. His hair was grey, although it had crusted over from his own crimson flow.
His head hung low, and his green eyes were closed. He would've kept his drooling mouth shut if he had cared to, but at this point he just let his jaw hang open, a long streak of bloodied spit slowly dripping to the floor. Usually when a witness came across a scene like this, it was dark with one spot light. But not this time. This room was brightly lit, and white, so the gore could be easily seen. As could the bound man's tail. It appeared to be that of a wolf's or horse's.. Regardless, it was a dark grey and badly tattered, many hairs lying on the floor beneath it in its respective puddle of fluid.
The man wore black pants and black shoes, and there was a space heater near him on high. The single black cord - the only trail out of this seeming abyss.

As the man --named Q -- breathed loudly and agonizingly, he bled and sweat. And it seemed that the hours he spent alone in this room were days. He'd forgotten who he was, or why he was even here. He was blind -- eyes being sensitive to light and his sunglasses having been taken away.
He was so desensitized to that around him, he almost didn't realize the foot steps that echoed throughout the expanse of a room.

They came nearer, and nearer. Soft at first, then progressively louder, as if agitated. Finally they reached Q's person. A cold hand reached out and grabbed Q's neck, pulling his head up. He coughed in response.
"Open your eyes." It was a gruff feminine voice.
The man tried to; his eyes were slits and he could only see white and green blobs. He only coughed again.
"Why can't you open your eyes?!" the female's chokehold on Q strengthened, though the hands felt devoid of life.
"..Th... the light..." Q was able to muster. His current captor was different from before. Although she appeared agitated, she was not the one who had been torturing him previously.

The woman looked around. She was sickly pale with bright green hair. Her getup was even worse. She had no sort of fashion sense. She wore a bright green grass skirt, but had a bright orange dragon tail with a flame at the end. She grunted and whipped her tail, the flame at the tip forming a sphere and crashing into the lightbulbs above. Glass shattered and there were loud booms, followed by slight buzzing in the now-darkness.
"There." she said. "Can you open your eyes, now?" the woman's face looked back to the man's.
Q tried again, his sight still blurry from the turmult of before.
"Meru...?"
The woman -- Meru -- let go of Q, who coughed once more, sitting limply in his chair, and moved to the back, untying her friend. "Yes, it's me. I came to get you out of here. Can you walk?"

"... I don't know." His arms dropped to his sides once they were freed. Meru slipped in under an armpit and tried to support him, but he appeared to be dead weight.
"My god, what did they do to you?" she growled.
Q said nothing, and instead tried to take a step forward, but crumbled to the ground.

"Oh come on!" Meru yelled at him. Ah, she never had sympathy. She was always bossing people around. With her furry clawed foot, she gave him a kick in the stomach. Not as hard as she normally might've... At least she was showing a little bit of mercy.
Q remained on the ground.
"Oh, ********! Don't pass out now!" She yelled to the body.
She stomped a foot angrily and grabbed one of Q's arms, attempting to drag him out of the room. She was having a hard time with it. It was actually quite a humorous scene.
"This never would've happened if you had just stayed a zombie!" she yelled out.