"St-stay b-b-b-back," Jocelynn said, shrinking away from the advancing Inquisitor and pressing herself into the corner of the small cell. The old, worn-out cot underneath her creaked as though the leather straps would snap because of her sudden movement but Jocelynn ignored it as she focused all of her attention on the crimson-haired man wearing the crimson and gold robes of the Inquisition.
Behind him, golden torchlight flickered and glowed in the hallway, shining off the polished armor of two temple guards who followed the Inquisitor into the cell, making it feel incredibly cramped as they placed a small stool in the room for Percivus to sit on along with a small folding table.
"Now, now, there's no hiding from the Holy Lord of Light, and there's no hiding from me," Percivus said as he stepped forward, reaching out to place a palm on Jocelynn's pale, bluish tinged cheek while his thumb wrapped around her delicate chin to firmly hold her face in place as he inspected her.
