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The undercity39s gonna eat you alive	By : RFsych101 Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Caitlyn’s eyes narrowed as she felt a sense of curiosity and anxiety in knowing that the yordle seemed to have found something to her liking. As the Enforcer came to that conclusion, the booth she was in suddenly felt small and seemed short on air, and Caitlyn felt her as though her breathing had become more laboured. Caitlyn then watched as the yordle gave something to the worker and told her to find ‘them’ and ‘tell them the good news’. She then told the worker to have whoever it was wait for their item to be delivered near the back entrance.
Caitlyn knew that the ‘item’ was her. She felt her fear give way to anger once more as the yordle had begun walking towards her. She stopped right at the base of the booth, looking up at Caitlyn with an eerie grin. Caitlyn, her anger fuelled by her imprisonment, auctioning, and indignity of what was going on, slammed her fist against the glass, looking down at the yordle and saying in a stern voice:
“Release me! You can’t keep me here forever!” Her voice sounded louder than it was, due to it echoing in the booth.
The yordle stared up at her, taking a long drag. She then gave a mock look of confusion before she said:
“Keep you here forever? Oh dear, I was never going to keep you here forever, silly. In fact, it’s time for you to leave,” she said as a slow smile of satisfaction crossed her face.
“Leave?” Caitlyn repeated.
“Yes, the bidding is over. Which means you’ve been sold to one of my very important clients. You’ll be leaving with them soon, after we get you ready.” The yordle said with a smirk.
As she finished, the yordle held up something she had taken out of the box with the bids. The yordle held it up for Caitlyn before setting it down on the table. Caitlyn strained to see what it was. It looked like some kind of ring, about an inch in thickness. As the yordle placed it on the table, Caitlyn heard the sound it made, and could tell it was metal. It was a dark grey metal ring, almost like an iron… Caitlyn then realized what it was.
It was a collar.
She turned her attention from the collar on the table to the yordle, who stared at her with a sadistic smile. Caitlyn then shouted out:
“Is that a collar?! I’m not wearing that! It’s —“ the yordle cut her off, giving her a look of strained patience.
“Think of it as a part of your uniform now. It’s something the client wanted you wear. Oh, and it’s not just a dog collar, you see…”
The yordle held up something in her other hand. A small device that fit in her hand. She held it up for the Enforcer to see, and then motioned for her to look at the collar on the table. As Caitlyn did so, the yordle pressed the button on the device she held. As she did so…
…the collar suddenly jumped up, almost an inch off the table before falling back down, making a clinking noise. It then jumped up again at almost the same height before falling at a different angle. All the while, Caitlyn could hear what sounded like a clicking noise. Something similar to the snapping of a rubber band. It took a few seconds for Caitlyn to realize what was making the collar move like that.
Static shock.
It was a current that would travel throughout the collar, shocking anyone who wore it.
The client wanted her to wear that? What kind of person would —
Caitlyn was beside herself with anger and shock at what what she just saw. Trying to keep from trembling with anger, he fixed the yordle with an angry look. The yordle shrugged and said:
“Now, I know you would never put on something like this, and that’s why…”
Caitlyn could only stare in defiance as the yordle continued to talk. Caitlyn could feel her heartbeat quicken to a rapid pace, trying to think of a way outAs she looked away to try and focus, she looked back at the yordle to see that she had summoned two workers to her side. As they passed the table, the yordle motioned for one to take the collar with them, which the smaller one did, along with the device that controlled it.
The yordle then said to the two workers as they passed her:
“Be a dear and get her ready for our client. And as for the collar, make sure the fit is snug, but not too snug. After all, our client paid very good money for her, and doesn’t want to see any cuts or bruises.”
The two workers looked back and nodded as they made their way up the steps to the door of the booth.
Caitlyn backed up and brought her hands up, ready to try to break free and escape. The two workers, one of them the one that drugged her, was holding the collar in one hand. The other one the one that took the cloak, stood motionless at the door. The one that took the cloak stepped forward and put her hand on the door handle, causing the Enforcer to tense up. Caitlyn rehearsed scenarios in her head of how she could fight them, needing to keep a distance between them so that they couldn’t try to force the collar on her. She braced herself to move the moment the door was opened.
But instead of turning the handle, the worker instead looked back at the yordle, who walked over to the platform. The yordle looked up at Caitlyn and gave her a wide grin before placing her hand on the side of the platform. Caitlyn couldn’t see what it was, and shifted her gaze from the yordle to her two workers. The yordle then turned to the two workers and said in a calm voice:
“Give it a few moments, then you can go in and put it on. After you’re done, get her ready and bring her to the back”.
The workers nodded and stood where they were. Caitlyn furrowed her brows in confusion, her adrenaline rising as she got into a defensive stance. She heard a strange sound, and heard the sound of something being opened, followed by the low hum of some kind of fan. She looked all around her, and then looked up to see an open vent on the ceiling of the booth. Her eyes slowly widened as she then saw a yellow gas start to flow through the vents, down towards her.
Panic set in, as she stared angrily at the yordle who smiled passively back at her. Caitlyn tried to bang at the walls futilely as the gas began to fill the enclosed glass. She brought up one hand to cover her nose and mouth as she banged at the glass. She would have tried kicking it as well, but it was almost impossible to do in the confined space.
She glared at the yordle while holding her breath, but after a few moments, she had to exhale. In moments, she could feel herself breathing in the gas. She began coughing, trying to expel the substance from her lungs, but it didn’t matter, as the booth was filled with the gas. She then began to feel the effects. She could feel the onset of dizziness and drowsiness, and tried to prop herself with one hand up against the glass. She stared at the two workers, and then down at the yordle, who had a satisfied grin on her face, happy with how her night had gone. The yordle then pushed something and Caitlyn could hear the sound of a fan. The fan was removing the gas from the booth and circulating clean air, but its effects had already taken their toll on her. The Enforcer fell to a knee, and then to her side, her shoulder and head leaning against one of the walls. As her consciousness again began to fade, her mind began to race as she thought back to the four table occupants earlier who had… bid, on her. She could feel her anxiety rise and tried to suppress the panic in her as she found herself wondering with both fear and morbid curiosity:
Who was it?
Who was she being sold to?
Was it the green-skinned behemoth, Jericho, who was staring at her and licking his lips as though she were a piece of meat at his street shop?
Was it the male yordle in fully encased black leather, who was pointing at her while jumping around on the table like an excited child as he blew her a kiss?
Was it Pim, the seemingly timid patron she tried to talk to in the hallway earlier, whose face was hidden behind a porcelain white mask with an eerie grin carved onto its face?
Or was it the dark skinned woman with the mechanical arm? The one that was staring at her intently as if she had already planned out all the things she was going to do with her?
Questions began to form in her head about whoever it was that won the bid and was coming to take her…
Where were they taking her?
Why did they need her to wear a shock collar?
And what did they have planned for her?
Caitlyn wasn’t sure which of the four scenarios scared her the most. Which of the four bidders she feared seeing the most when she woke. Her limbs felt numb and heavy as she felt herself sliding from the wall she was leaning on to the floor. Her eyes began to close, and as she did so, she could hear the door open and the workers come in to take her. As they did so, the familiar blackness of unconsciousness began to take hold more and and more.
As it did so, the Enforcer’s last thoughts were not of the yordle, or the convict that had betrayed her. Or Marcus and the other Enforcers who never valued her opinions and efforts. Not even who she would find herself a captive of when she woke up. No, in that moment, her last conscious thought was of what the convict had warned her of, when she said she was going into Zaun:
“…the undercity’s gonna eat you alive.”

To Be Continued:
- 5
- 6
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