It was strange, realizing you were being drugged. Dragged into an unfitful sleep, seeing your girlfriend power through it for just a moment before she too hit the ground. It wasn't restful to Neil, his mind moving even while he was limp and unconscious. He didn't know if he could dream during that time, but he felt like he had been thinking of [i]something[/i]. Vaguely he began to feel a pain in his wrists and the weight of gravity, before a cold bucket of water was thrown onto him, shocking his senses and flinging him back into reality. Neil snorted, some of the water having shot up his nose. 

"Blghah!" He coughed, hacking out some phleghm before he could speak. 

"Wake up, heathen. Time for your confession." A voice said. Neil blinked, blearily recognizing the speaker as one of the younger men that had been accompanying Brother Gerome. He looked left and right and saw Junebug nor Taya were anywhere to be seen. The room could accommodate them due to its size. They were in a large but fairly run down and dank chamber. Neil recognized it as some sort of area in the colony ship, likely underground due to the lack of light. Other than a few sconces alight with flickering flames, the expanse of the room was shrouded in darkness. 

"Where are we?" 

"I'm asking the questions, pagan." The cultist assured him. "Now, w-"

"You're not going to turn me into a baby, are you?"

The fellow's face twisted in confusion. He began to speak, but uneasily through what was obviously a scripted speech. "If we deem you worthy, you may perform for us as a slave for a time of seven years. After your penitence is done and you are trustworthy, you may take a wife and own a piece of land..." 

"I have a wife, or very near to one." Neil explained. He didn't like this dude, but he felt sorry for him. Some brainwashed child at the edge of the galaxy. Even if their take on whatever deity was real, he doubted they were doing whatever he, she, or it wanted by imprisoning him and doing what-the-fuck-ever to his friends. "She's cooler than everyone here. Now, are you going to let me go or is this something you're going to commit to? Think carefully..." 

"Interrupt me one more time, and you will receive the lash." The jailor threatened, stepping forward and indicating the notched whip at his belt. 

Neil was already halfway done with his shackles, unbeknownst to his captor. He'd let him talk for another half a minute before he strode out of there. But finding Sayeeda would be another matter.