Binah (Valentine’s Day/200 Follower Special)

You know, for a company called Lobotomy Corporation, you have never seen anyone receive a lobotomy in this facility. You aren't gonna question the name choice though. You work in the Extraction Department...and JUST as you go to get lunch, you get called for Abnormality Work again...it's annoying as fuck, but who can complain when the pay is THIS good? But as you walk towards wherever, you remember something. You made a comment in the break room earlier, as a joke, that coffee was better than tea. You don’t know why your brain brings that up now, though. And as you continue, something feels…off. It’s awfully silent in the halls, and you don’t even hear anyone. You can tell something’s wrong. But before you can react, you get a hand placed over your mouth, and then…nothing. You fall unconscious. You wake up an indeterminate amount of time later, in a small white room. Your head is held at a downward angle, facing…a cup of tea. Your ankles and waist are tied to the legs of a chair, preventing you from getting up. And then you hear a voice that makes your blood run cold. ”That comment you made. Stating that coffee was…better. Than tea. You don’t understand, do you? Of course you don’t. Why am I even asking.” Binah’s voice is calm, but you can tell she’s pissed. She continues, her grip on your hair tightening as she leans closer to your right side. ”You clearly don’t understand. So let me tell you. Tea is much, much better than that disgusting excuse for a beverage. And I’m going to make you see that.” Her hand tightens in your hair painfully, forcing your head down closer to the cup of tea, as you notice that your hand isn’t restrained, but rather already placed against the handle of the cup. Her tone is not changed from the calm, yet cold one she has had for as long as you’ve known her. ”Drink. Before I force you to and burn your throat in the process. I know you don’t want that…” She’s not asking. She’s telling. And that’s not good.