| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tIssera awoke to a strangely familiar brightness shining down on her face. The blinding luminescence reminded her of the comfort at surface, but the light's lack of warmth betrayed its semblance of sanctuary as the roaring racket of Clockworks echoed into the chamber. The painful pinching from Issera's restrictive bondage swiftly grounded her wandering senses to the miserable prison cell that made up her meager surroundings. The gremlins rushed Issera out of her old cell not long after her capture, and although Issera could not comprehend what her handlers were saying as they forced her forward, she knew enough key phrases to understand that metal invaders—knights were causing trouble nearby. The factory was under assault, and the gremlins were closing shop, taking their prisoner with them. With thoughts of escape flooding the bound knight's mind, Issera tried whatever she could to slow herself down in vain hopes of rescue, but the impatient gremlins refused to give her that chance. Any signs of struggle were promptly met with brute force, and while her bindings were loosened to speed up the pace, the tight armbinder and weighted leg shackles ensured that the prisoner would never hope to get away, let alone fight back. Despite her efforts to stall for time, Issera was pulled away from the factory before Spiral Order was able to secure the facility. Thrown into another prison deeper within gremlin territory, the captive knight's remaining hopes of freedom were crushed as the cell door slammed shut behind her, plunging her into darkness with only a tiny barred window to provide company. The exhausted knight groaned as she rolled over, bracing against the wall to bring herself upright. Every movement took a significant strain on Issera's energy, as the strict armbinder pressed her arms painfully close together against her back, and weighted ankle fetters made every step a struggle. Fighting against her binds was a futile and often dangerous effort, with every attempt nearly suffocating her due to how little air the stuffed muzzle gag let through as she tried to catch her breath. Issera whimpered as the infernal weights on her nipple clamps swayed at every turn, pulling on her sensitive nibs that haven't had relief ever since her capture. At least the shock vibrators locked inside her chastity belt stopped working, giving her much-needed opportunity to rest without interruption... as long as she was able to ignore the rough metal shafts still wiggling about in her holes every time she shifted her body. She didn't know why, but Issera could not pull her attention away from the barred window that made up the only source of light in her cell. Maybe she was drawn to a faint prospect that there was still hope—a way out. But as long as she was bound and chained to the wall, Issera knew her thoughts would be nothing but fleeting dreams. Issera could only let out a muffled sigh of defeat, resigning herself to a fate that may never let her see the light of Haven again. Perhaps the window was a way of taunting her with a glimpse of freedom so close, yet so hopelessly out of reach. \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t