They sligs tossed Fey back into the room with the other muds in and locked the door. The muds had been released from the cages for some reason.
"Holy crap, Fey!" Jean said, looking at the tight stitches, "What did they do to you?" Fey walked up to one of the dusty walls and put his finger onto it, the mudokons crowded around him. 'Oww' was all that he wrote before turning back around. A few mudokons giggled. He headed towards a corner and slumped sleepily into a ball, just then the doors reopened. Several sligs walked in.
"Which one shall we take this time?" One asked another,
"How about staple-face over there in the corner?" Said another,
"And that pale one." Four sligs departed from the group and went to the specified targets. Staple-face - I mean Fey, gave up without a fight. He was tired, sad, and had two vertical strips of metal stuck in his mouth. The sligs carried him and Jet off through the doors to an odd set of swing doors. Grinding sounds and shrieks of pain gave Fey one idea where they were heading, and it wasn't a nice idea..
Oooh, not near the end yet
