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(This is part of a long story commission of my shop tire called: Let's build a prison story. Enjoy!!!. Always leave a comment or a fav to let me know how I am doing)

Mostima's POV:

After leaving the so-called courtroom she was walked once again through a series of non-descriptive hallways and reached another plain room with nothing on it besides a bench to decorate the inside. Here she was ordered to look at the wall and the guard proceeded to release her current restraints. The release she felt after the cold metal restraints were released was enough to lift her mood slightly, but after remembering what awaited, her mood soured once again.

She found this action strange since she thought that they were going to put her in a transport and send her to the prison that they had mentioned, as a fact she had been counting on it as part of her escape plan. After all her restraints were off the guard addressed her with an emotionless tone, she was just going to call the guy Mr. Happy guard from now on, since at least she was allowed some sarcasm in the privacy of her thoughts.

"Undress"

His tone indicated that there was no room for discussion, mostly due to the guns that his companions were still pointing at her with all the intention of using if she showed any sign of resistance. Then a thought occurred to her that this was something she could use to her advantage.

"Can you turn…."

"Undress, I will not repeat myself," the guard said with a characteristic lack of emotion in his tone which usually meant that he was enjoying the cruelty of his actions.

Without any other options, she said goodbye to the uniform that she had worn for around an hour which barely gave any protection to the coldness of the north, even though they were inside a building.

Good riddance I guess, hopefully, they will not transport her naked in this weather.

She quickly dismissed the thought since they had emphasized that keeping her alive was at least in their immediate plans since the possibility of being used as a bargaining chip could be essential for them.

The guard was staring at her nakedness, looking for a reaction from her, but if he thought that she was a blushing virgin and she would be ashamed of showing some skin then he was greatly mistaken. She just looked at him directly in the eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"Shameless southerners" he whispered with all the intention of her hearing.

The northerners were a prude sort of people and she could even say the same about the Sancta, but she had been traveling so much around the last couple of years that this was not an issue for her. Then he gave a nod to one of his companions and exited the room, probably to look for something for her to wear.

Why all the complications? They could just have transported her the way that she had been and it would have been more than secure. She could have also escaped with the metal piece that she had collected along the way. I guess there is a reason for such protocol after all, why couldn't they just lower their guard?

Mr. Happy guard came back, this time with some rough-looking white clothing, and threw one of the pieces at her feet.

"Put that on"

She grabbed the rough-looking piece of cloth that turned out to be some white pants made of strong fabric. Distinguishably enough it had belts on different parts of the leg that she could find no reason for, either way, she put the thing on which covered her legs completely. On a positive note, it actually provided a modicum of protection from the cold, for the first in what felt like an eternity, Mostima could actually say that she felt if not warm, at least not the bone-chilling cold that she had gotten familiar with the last couple of days.

"Extend your arms forward"

Mostima was looking at the other piece of clothing that Mr. Happy was holding extended with both arms and this brought her some pause. He was holding a jacket made of the same sturdy fabric as the pants that she put on, the thing had a bunch of strong-looking belts on the back and the sleeves seemed to have no proper end where her hands could go out from. The hesitation must have shown on her face since she could see the two goons behind her were moving their guns and pointing them at her with more intent than before.

Fuck, I don't like where this is going, but there is nothing else that I can do.

She slid her hands forward into the jacket that Mr. Happy guard was extending towards her.
Like she had seen her hands reached the end of the sleeves and had no hole to get out from, then the guard positioned himself behind her and started to tighten the different belts that were now on her back, some in an excessive manner, then he got his arm between her legs and a belt that she had not noticed that was hanging in front of her was tightly pull and properly clasp in her back, causing some uncomfortable pressure in her groin region, but the pants she had were thick enough that she couldn't really call it pain.

Then he once again came to her front and she could see a slight smirk on his face, probably something about giving her some pain made him feel superior in a way.

Then he grabbed her left arm and after passing it through a strap in the middle of the jacket he tightened the belt that had been at the end of the sleeve to what she assumed was a clasp on her back. Then he did the same with her other hand, this left her in a position where she was hugging herself and she tried to move her arms, but was completely unable to even budge them.

"Isn't this a bit overkill? I can't even use my arts!" Mostima protested to the guard

"Standard Procedure for any dangerous terrorist" again with the emotionless tone that made her think that he was enjoying the cruelty that he was imparting to her.

Standard procedure her ass he just wanted to show his power over her, he probably had his pride shattered by having a slip of a girl beating his ass

"Follow me"

Her legs were still able to move and she was still being compliant, still hoping that an opportunity would open, that they were going to slip their guard at some point. He led her to a garage where there was a big transport vehicle which he went inside. Walking with the inability to swing her arms was proving more difficult than she expected, at least with the cuffs there had been a certain amount of freedom, but like this, it was almost impossible to move comfortably. Inside the transport vehicle, there was a chair at the end in which she could sit down as indicated then he started to strap the belts in her legs to the chair, adding another layer of security to her.

Then he took out something from a bag on his waist and wrapped it around her lower face, then clicked on a button behind her head and she could feel how the mask tightened around her face, making her unable to open her mouth and utter a single word.

" Well don't you look better all covered like that, I think silence suits you better," he said with a slight smirk.

If looks could kill I would have burned him to the ground, but she could do nothing except stare.

"You know what I do not like that glare that you are giving me"

Then he took out something else from the bag and similarly wrapped it around her face, but this time around her eyes. She tried to struggle but could not remove the blindfold that had been wrapped around her eyes.

"I will leave you now locked up in here, hope you enjoy your new home when you reach it, I hear they work their resident pretty hard up there in the Northern Plains"

Then she heard the metal door through which she had entered close with a heavy creaking sound and she was left in a world of isolation where she could not move, could not see, and could not even speak.

Prev: 7. Mostima - Judgement

Next: 9. Mostima - Arrival

Extra Pictures for subs:

Mostima Extra 19

Mostima Extra 20

Mostima Extra 21

Description
(This is part of a long story commission of my shop tire called: Let's build a prison story. Enjoy!!!. Always leave a comment or a fav to let me know how I am doing)

Mostima's POV:

After leaving the so-called courtroom she was walked once again through a series of non-descriptive hallways and reached another plain room with nothing on it besides a bench to decorate the inside. Here she was ordered to look at the wall and the guard proceeded to release her current restraints. The release she felt after the cold metal restraints were released was enough to lift her mood slightly, but after remembering what awaited, her mood soured once again.

She found this action strange since she thought that they were going to put her in a transport and send her to the prison that they had mentioned, as a fact she had been counting on it as part of her escape plan. After all her restraints were off the guard addressed her with an emotionless tone, she was just going to call the guy Mr. Happy guard from now on, since at least she was allowed some sarcasm in the privacy of her thoughts.

"Undress"

His tone indicated that there was no room for discussion, mostly due to the guns that his companions were still pointing at her with all the intention of using if she showed any sign of resistance. Then a thought occurred to her that this was something she could use to her advantage.

"Can you turn…."

"Undress, I will not repeat myself," the guard said with a characteristic lack of emotion in his tone which usually meant that he was enjoying the cruelty of his actions.

Without any other options, she said goodbye to the uniform that she had worn for around an hour which barely gave any protection to the coldness of the north, even though they were inside a building.

Good riddance I guess, hopefully, they will not transport her naked in this weather.

She quickly dismissed the thought since they had emphasized that keeping her alive was at least in their immediate plans since the possibility of being used as a bargaining chip could be essential for them.

The guard was staring at her nakedness, looking for a reaction from her, but if he thought that she was a blushing virgin and she would be ashamed of showing some skin then he was greatly mistaken. She just looked at him directly in the eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"Shameless southerners" he whispered with all the intention of her hearing.

The northerners were a prude sort of people and she could even say the same about the Sancta, but she had been traveling so much around the last couple of years that this was not an issue for her. Then he gave a nod to one of his companions and exited the room, probably to look for something for her to wear.

Why all the complications? They could just have transported her the way that she had been and it would have been more than secure. She could have also escaped with the metal piece that she had collected along the way. I guess there is a reason for such protocol after all, why couldn't they just lower their guard?

Mr. Happy guard came back, this time with some rough-looking white clothing, and threw one of the pieces at her feet.

"Put that on"

She grabbed the rough-looking piece of cloth that turned out to be some white pants made of strong fabric. Distinguishably enough it had belts on different parts of the leg that she could find no reason for, either way, she put the thing on which covered her legs completely. On a positive note, it actually provided a modicum of protection from the cold, for the first in what felt like an eternity, Mostima could actually say that she felt if not warm, at least not the bone-chilling cold that she had gotten familiar with the last couple of days.

"Extend your arms forward"

Mostima was looking at the other piece of clothing that Mr. Happy was holding extended with both arms and this brought her some pause. He was holding a jacket made of the same sturdy fabric as the pants that she put on, the thing had a bunch of strong-looking belts on the back and the sleeves seemed to have no proper end where her hands could go out from. The hesitation must have shown on her face since she could see the two goons behind her were moving their guns and pointing them at her with more intent than before.

Fuck, I don't like where this is going, but there is nothing else that I can do.

She slid her hands forward into the jacket that Mr. Happy guard was extending towards her.
Like she had seen her hands reached the end of the sleeves and had no hole to get out from, then the guard positioned himself behind her and started to tighten the different belts that were now on her back, some in an excessive manner, then he got his arm between her legs and a belt that she had not noticed that was hanging in front of her was tightly pull and properly clasp in her back, causing some uncomfortable pressure in her groin region, but the pants she had were thick enough that she couldn't really call it pain.

Then he once again came to her front and she could see a slight smirk on his face, probably something about giving her some pain made him feel superior in a way.

Then he grabbed her left arm and after passing it through a strap in the middle of the jacket he tightened the belt that had been at the end of the sleeve to what she assumed was a clasp on her back. Then he did the same with her other hand, this left her in a position where she was hugging herself and she tried to move her arms, but was completely unable to even budge them.

"Isn't this a bit overkill? I can't even use my arts!" Mostima protested to the guard

"Standard Procedure for any dangerous terrorist" again with the emotionless tone that made her think that he was enjoying the cruelty that he was imparting to her.

Standard procedure her ass he just wanted to show his power over her, he probably had his pride shattered by having a slip of a girl beating his ass

"Follow me"

Her legs were still able to move and she was still being compliant, still hoping that an opportunity would open, that they were going to slip their guard at some point. He led her to a garage where there was a big transport vehicle which he went inside. Walking with the inability to swing her arms was proving more difficult than she expected, at least with the cuffs there had been a certain amount of freedom, but like this, it was almost impossible to move comfortably. Inside the transport vehicle, there was a chair at the end in which she could sit down as indicated then he started to strap the belts in her legs to the chair, adding another layer of security to her.

Then he took out something from a bag on his waist and wrapped it around her lower face, then clicked on a button behind her head and she could feel how the mask tightened around her face, making her unable to open her mouth and utter a single word.

" Well don't you look better all covered like that, I think silence suits you better," he said with a slight smirk.

If looks could kill I would have burned him to the ground, but she could do nothing except stare.

"You know what I do not like that glare that you are giving me"

Then he took out something else from the bag and similarly wrapped it around her face, but this time around her eyes. She tried to struggle but could not remove the blindfold that had been wrapped around her eyes.

"I will leave you now locked up in here, hope you enjoy your new home when you reach it, I hear they work their resident pretty hard up there in the Northern Plains"

Then she heard the metal door through which she had entered close with a heavy creaking sound and she was left in a world of isolation where she could not move, could not see, and could not even speak.

Prev: 7. Mostima - Judgement

Next: 9. Mostima - Arrival

Extra Pictures for subs:

Mostima Extra 19

Mostima Extra 20

Mostima Extra 21