The foreign woman had been at the bottom of the pit for some time now. Scylla had been using her to test out various drugs. Sedatives, hallucinogens... She'd even shot the fae in the ass with a blow dart for funsies. Today, she was testing out something a little different.

Scylla had crafted what she believed to be a bit of a truth serum. Into a bottle of alcohol, the slate and cream fae had soaked various hallucinogens such as mushrooms and cannabis. She'd lowered the bottle down in a little basket with some food at least an hour ago. Couldn't let her prisoner starve to death, now could she?

After she believed the substance had time to work its magic, Scylla made her way back to the pit, sprawling out on her svelte belly at the top and allowing her head to hang down over the side along with one paw. "Hello down there, lovely. How are you feeling?"

"Scylla"

Days blurred into weeks and not much had changed. Still stuck in a hole, after trespassing on a pack she knew nothing about. In retrospect she wished she hadn't but Kaija wasn't the type to live with regrets. Shit happened, and the fact that she hadn't been killed yet meant there was some way out of the mess. Maybe.

Nothing that she could do on her own though. She'd tried to climb her way out, but even with a running start she couldn't quite make it. Annoying, but she hadn't stopped trying. At least it gave her something to do in this place - jump at the wall half the time, and plot her escape the other.

Though the substances Scylla had been feeding her gave her another break from those two activities. From everything, really. A lot of them made her mind seem to stray somewhere else for quite some time and having any real grasp on those hours felt difficult. Sneering up at her captor, she ingested what had been fed to her. It was obvious to her now that she wasn't trying to kill her, though she knew accidents could happen... not like she had a lot of other options, though.

It wasn't long before she started to feel unsteady on her paws. Lying down against the wall of the pit she'd been trapped in, she closed her eyes and tried to will away the dizziness. It, of course, didn't work and she still felt the world spinning when she heard Scylla return and ask her a question. "Feeling just fine," she lied. "Great, even. Better than ever. You should try some," Kaija taunted her, flashing a slight grin.

Scylla chuckled softly at the prisoners words, her laughter dancing its way down the deep shaft. "Perhaps I will. Once I see how it affects you, anyway." The small fae gave a languid stretch, her mismatched gaze roaming over the larger, trapped wolf.

"What pack do you come from?" She asked, striking up a bit of conversation to get the woman into the speaking mood. "The one that raided us?" Scylla clicked her tongue, giving her head a shake. "They won the raid but they didn't care enough to find you. Pity, eh?" No one had come for the stranded woman thus far.

"What do you think I'm going to do with you?" the Sovereign asked. "Use your imagination." She was toying with the tusked fae, but who would expect anything less from Scylla. It wasn't her intent to kill the woman in the pit. In fact, she planned something quite different.

"Scylla"