Season 5, Episode 17

Spitfire was not in the most comfortable of positions as a sickeningly sweet incense assaulted him and roused him from his earlier sedation. The tall ginger-haired no-fur was sort of floating and spinning upright in mid-air. There were tethers of some kind of auric signature he'd never felt before on his neck, ankles, and wrists. As of yet, they were not attached to anything to anchor him in place.

There were a lot of blood stains underneath where he was suspended in mid-air and that was the safest place to look. All around him were shining, almost blinding walls of crystal and robed figures moving in and out of his vision. He kept spinning slowly as if his naked body was on display.

One of the robed figures came forward and took down his hood. Spitfire recognized the Captain he'd met before. The tom's eyes were glazed over in a way that made him feel like Priest wasn't seeing him as a living creature with feelings but as something to be used.

"You have been called to serve. Enjoy wha