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The morning light cast its golden hue across the room as you stirred from your sleep. A sense of renewed determination coursed through your veins, bolstered by the knowledge you had gained the previous night. You had failed to breach Fyodor's mind, but you had succeeded in infiltrating Fukuchi's thoughts and making sure to get away with it so that he had no recollection the following morning that you'd even invaded his privacy in the first place. This led you to uncovering the crucial information you sought—the whereabouts of the elusive "page."
A glimmer of excitement danced in your eyes as you dressed, anticipation building within you. Today was the day you would put your plans into motion, reclaim your freedom, and thwart Fyodor's twisted ambitions. With every step down the staircase, your anticipation grew, like a crescendo building towards a grand finale.
But as you descended the stairs, your excitement was abruptly quelled by a sight that froze you in your tracks. There, in the foyer, stood Fyodor, a singular suitcase beside him, brimming with your personal belongings. Confusion and anger mingled in your gaze as you locked eyes with him, your voice cutting through the air like a blade.
"What the hell is going on?" You demanded, your tone laced with an indignant fury. The world around you seemed to hold its breath, waiting for his response, for an explanation that could justify this unexpected turn of events.
Fyodor's eyes, devoid of remorse or empathy, met yours, his lips curving into a chilling smile. "You defied me yesterday," he said, his voice carrying the weight of cold authority. "Which makes you untrustworthy. As punishment, I'm sending you back to the Menagerie for seven days in order to teach you a lesson."
A surge of disbelief and rage coursed through your veins, your heart pounding in your chest, as your eyes immediately widened like saucers. Anguish and defiance warred within you as you struggled to comprehend his cruel intentions. This was not the freedom you had yearned for, but a calculated punishment, a tightening of his grip on your very existence.
You glared at him, your eyes burning with a fire that matched your resolve. "You can't do this to me, Fyodor." Your voice trembled with a never ending spectre of furies, your heart threatening to break through the cage of your ribs. "You can't fucking send me back there. I won't go."
Fyodor's smile deepened, the smug satisfaction in his gaze unnerving. "You should have thought about that before you tried to betray me last night, malyshka." He said, his voice dripping with a twisted delight. "The Menagerie has a way of taming even the wildest spirits. Perhaps it will teach you the lesson you so desperately need. Don't worry, you'll be back here in a week, hopefully obedient."
With those chilling words, you felt the weight of your impending confinement settle upon your shoulders like a tightly wrapped shawl. But amidst the despair, a spark of defiance flickered within you. You would not allow yourself to be broken. You would use this setback to gather strength, to plan, and to bide your time. The battle was far from over, and as you faced the impending storm, you vowed to emerge stronger, more determined than ever before.
