A Whole New World (Open)

Aurora winces, being harshly dragged. What could she expect, he's an Overlord. Poor Andrew got the President, how worse could that be. The highest ape that despised the clan.

This all has to be over, either being tortured to death or even killed on the spot. What's worth fighting? Andrew is likely dead. However, she kept her oath. One that she took as a young child.

Bound to a seat? Clever really. She glances over to a low window. Perhaps, maybe? When he least expects it.

A pet? What a dreadful word that humans despise. Losing their rights, but a Renegade? What's in it for them?

She remains silent, drawing her eyes away. She was not going to tell. She grimaces. "You're wasting your own time," she whispers.

She snorts watching him take another swig. "You think you're the only one that takes and tortures Renegade. This isn't my first time, Nah, but you're a council member. Relentless brutes, " she growls.

Though a few of his tactics were new. Those options brought a little anxiousness but concealed it well. She scowls over at him, still not going to confess. "We don't like the way you treat humans now." she retorts.

"Do what you must you psychotic beast. I will not give out anything you seek, " she firmly states.

Aurora rolls her eyes, huffing. "You just literally confirmed my statement on you Overlords. You just told me I don't know them? You just admitted what you are," she glares, snorting, turning her head for something to use, of course, the chair. Quietly, as she attempted to distract him, slowly grind against the sturdy wood.

"Call me foolish, but it's you who are, trying to believe what you can pry, but I assure you I will not answer what you seek," she boldly, yet foolishly confirms. She snorts at his assumption. "Pah! that levelheaded chimp would never crumble to your cruel, inhumane laws!"

Being very vigilant, she knew what he was going to do. She hastily ducked but she could go far. He smacked her good. She yelped, turning her eyes to the floor. She felt the spit come out from his loud snarl. "What did that solve? perhaps a relief of anger?" she grits, feeling the stinging pain. She still kept trying to distract him, to flay the bounds.

Aurora glares over at the patrol as he discovered her tactic. Was that going to prevent her, highly not. She was going to try different tactics to escape if only her feet were not bound. Then her plans would play smoothly. She grimaces when he came close. "This egg has a solid shell," she snorts.

Ah. the common tactic to force responses. She shakes her head, peering down at the device. She wasn't familiar with it, just other accessories. She scowls over at the patrol. Before she even responds the jolts tremble her body. She didn't squeal but immensely wince, dropping her head. "Now I know what the poor Renegades feel when you try to pry, the ones that escaped,"

She elevates her head, glaring. "I will not expose at all."

She grits her teeth, the pain flaring up pain through her nerves. She screamed at him, relieving the anger and pain. "So bring it on you fat baboon!" She drops her head, then raises it for a moment glaring over.

She winces. Steak, sour cream? Gag. Aurora wasn't a fan of much meats. Her disgusted expression reveals it. She shakes her head. "Gag," she utters. "I'm not hungry," of course she bluffed. "What you just ordered literally just ruined it more," she turns away.

His ordering sickened her to the stomach. Ugh, how can someone eat that large of meat? Talk about a major heart attack. But he was massive. Baked potato? When was the last time she had one? Of course, that faded when he ordered a salad. But with strawberries? Yikes.

Though, the salad part was cruel. As he was enjoying the torment and speaking, his attention had to be averted. Being vigilant to the patrols around, she quietly wiggled her feet. When the maid had entered and placed the meal and departed. She lightly continued until she could easily slip them through.

Once that silverware was in his mouth her feet hastily harshly kicked the desk over. "You keep those deadly berries from me. I don't do well." she hisses. Was she actually allergic? Possibly.

Aurora smirks in dark glee, witnessing his own meal pouring all over himself. Her lips trembled, trying to hold back a laugh. She would expect being tortured later, but why not add humor?

"mm, good luck trying to get that out of your fur," she coldly smiles.

Then she was apprehended. She snickers, as she was gradually hauled away. She grins maliciously back. As she was being bound, she made her wrists 'big' by forming fists, even tensing her whole body. After, she slowly released.

Once they left, she begins to twist out of the bounds now that her ankles and hands were small. It took some time to free them. But she did wrists first, then worked on her ankles. She was so thankful for hardcore training.

She quietly leaves the bed, searching around it for a 'weapon'. Either a nail, wood. Something. Or listen to heavy footsteps nearby.