In a poorly lit room, commander Shepard slowly regained consciousness. He tried to move but he soon realized he was strapped and restrained to a large operating table. In front of him was a large mirror. His mind was still hazy, and he couldn't recall how he ended up where he was. One moment he was with his squad fighting the blood pack, and now he was tied to a table like some twisted science experiment. Waking up in odd places wasn't all that new to him however, he had sneaking suspicion alcohol wasn't involved this time.
"I've got to get out of here!" Shepard whispered to himself as he tried to free from his restraints.
"It's no use Shepard, there is no point escaping," a deep mysterious voice called out from the shadows. As the footsteps drew closer Shepard could recognize the shape of a large Krogan and two Vorcha who were accompanying him.
Shepard glares at the menacing Krogan, it didn't take a genius to figure out he was their leader. "I take it you're in charge?"
The Krogan stepped forth and lights his cigar "That obvious huh? The names Wrang, And you've must be the ass-hole who has been killing my men"
The blood pack was known for being cruel and merciless with their pray. Shepard knew he had to choose his words carefully if he wanted to stay alive
"I did what I had to stay alive. I'm sure you would have done the same"
The krogan remained silent as he took a huff from his cigar "You know I've heard stories about you. People say you're a hero. But all I see is a fraud hiding behind his own inflated ego"
Shepard was growing impatient. Clearly, the blood pack had something up their sleeve otherwise he wouldn't be breathing "If you wanted to kill me you would have already done it. So what the hell do you want from me?"
"I'm glad you asked," Wrang said with glee as he walked behind the operating table "Since you've been such a nuisance we figured we'd have fun with ya before we put you down" The krogan pulled out a thick green hose and wiggled it in front of the commanders confused face. He didn't have a chance to react before the hose was already in his mouth. As much as he resisted he could not stop them from digging the tubing deeper down his throat. There was no escaping his fate now. Whatever they had planned Shepard had to endure it until his squad could rescue him.
"Things are only going to get worse from here on out" Wrang joyfully said as he caressed the commander's cheeks.
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