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I... think not.

*Smirking, Bailey set the blood down near Jan, leaving the ghoul to test it, the worry in old ghouls eyes apparent as he stooped to do so while Bailey came up behind Dagoth, laying his hands on the other's shoulders to still him, words a quiet whisper*

Ready to obey with respect Dagoth? Acquiesce, and I will feed you. Fight me... and you'll only waste what little vitae you have. Kneel

Good boy... very sensible.

*His eyes never strayed from Dagoth, hands never leaving his shoulders, which he caressed softly*

Time for you to learn some more. We go back to our dear friend Arquistas. At this point in history, Roan thinks she has succeeded in killing her sire, and has been led, rather unsuspectingly I might add, by one of our agents to the Tremere mage, who has promptly gone about the process of restraining our dear heroine much as you are now. She has the Daemon blade - she wouldnt have been able to destroy Lye's body without it, and it is for this reason we have taken this course of action. Though she thinks she was simply created on the spur of the moment, she, as all of you, has been chosen by Syn. But I digress - that is for the future. The Daemon is dangerous, and she is still so new to his presence that with the blade out of her grasp, she does not know how to commune with him and is thus next to powerless with far reduced Disciplines to her current self.

*Bailey sighed softly, finally moving in front of Dagoth*

Our mage proceeds to begin the training she will need to one day serve the cause. She is starved. To the point of near frenzy - something far too easy in Brujah I might add - starved as you are being. Initially, she resists. She refuses to obey, and refuses the vitae presented to her. In the dueness of time, she does indeed frenzy, she lets it get that far, and the Beast in her is frightening, a sign of her lineage. She is restrained by her captors' servants, force-fed just enough vitae to once again bring her to her senses, and the whole cycle starts over again.
It takes a phenominal two months before the message starts to sink in, and she finally does one thing she is asked. She gorges that night - at least, that is how she feels. One kine child is all she is granted, but compared to the long weeks of starvation, it is a banquet. The next day... the resistance starts once again. It takes a further three months before she finally breaks and obeys more often than not, and ceases to wither like the corpse she is due to lack of food. A milestone has been reached.

I do not have five or six months to get through this stage with you, I suggest you learn faster. Now, I will ask you politely, and you will answer me civilly if you wish to eat today... how are you feeling? And are you ready to obey? The correct answer is 'hungry' and 'yes master'.

Good... you will learn to curb your emotions Dagoth.

*Bailey went to Jan, who nodded and moved forwards, though Bailey stopped him*

He is close to frenzy, if not beyond the border already. Go near him, Kine, and he'll kill you. Do you understand?
That is my risk to take, Lord Fear. I will not cower behind a door when my master suffers.
Suit yourself then, human.

*Nodding, Jan approached Dagoth, though when he got close enough that the chain wouldnt stop Dagoth from attacking him, he sped up using his own Disciplines, delivering the vitae to Dagoths reach before darting back again, sadness in his eyes for what the twins were forcing on one of his masters*

Drink it, cub, Jan has checked its safe. Let us move our lesson onwards also.
Roan HATED Arquistas. This was only natural. When she was being trained, the DeSeer name meant nothing - it was a footnote in history, the remarkable story of an entire family, in both the UK and Europe who were wiped out over the course of two years. No one knew why. No one cared. Before Roan could rebuild her name, she had had to destroy all that it was to the living.
Now I mentioned before she was restrained similar to how you are now. The difference was, that she was chained in his sight at all times to the chair he held within the very busy court he led in Europe. Privacy for her torment was denied. For you, we will of course over to the Fang in time, but like with Corbin, your breaking and taming shall be kept private, personal.
Arquitas was a lecherous old soul, and his basic training with Roan, once it started, was quite simple. He began with teaching her to come when called, to kneel with respect, and to address him as sir. Simple, easy things, but to someone whose pride is bigger than a mountain, so very hard to accept. But witholding vitae is a good incentive, and in time, the actions become normal, less objectinable, common place. And so we have started with you.

*He waited for Dagoth to finish the meagre drink, crossing his arms*

Ice is enamoured of Corbin. And I am of you. Believe me, its as much an obsession as he has. I have watched you for a long time, princeling... and I know of your legendary temper. However, if you let your temper get the better of you here, against me, your treatment will only worsen. Starving you is only the start of what we can do to you. You will address me as master for the duration you are mine to train and you will learn to do so with RESPECT. Try it again... get it right this time and I will ask Jan to fetch you a living cainite on whom to feed. Your hunger should appreciate that. Obey me, Dagoth. Learn. Its not worth resisting me for prides sake.

Jan, fetch him a proper meal.
Yes, Lord Fear.

*The ghoul hurried to do just that, leaving Bailey alone with Dagoth. What came next was a little unexpected, and excessively fast. Bailey spun, burying his foot in Dagoth's chest, aiming to send him crashing backwards, the blow inhumanly strong, followed by the Tzimisce leaping on top of the DeSeer, forcing his head to the floor of the cell, long nails raking into his neck*

Now my little pet, lets take stock shall we. You have no control. None. Yur decisions are made for you, you serve because you have no CHOICE. And you will continue to do so until those little toughts of vengeance slip away. You are MINE. Let us make that clear. It is MY choice when you finally get free of this cell, this rite, this training and I am NOT going to allow you to go home until Im confident you arent just WAITING for a chance to get even. I can do this for as long as necessary, cub. Displease me, and you starve. Disobey and you bleed.

*standing up, he moved back as Jan entered*

Feed, and then we will see if we cant fully break that will of yours. I can smell your anger, boy... you would do well to turn it to servitude.

You will not question me, cub. You are significantly younger than myself, and in terms of your development and abilities to function as a General, not only of your clan but also the Camarilla, are below even childish.

*A second strike, Bailey's speed insane as he smashed the heel of his hand into Dagoth's jaw, holding back SOME of his power as the crimson haired cainite had sensibly retruend to kneel before him after the last strike*

This is NOT you biding your time until you get a chance to strike at me. This is not patiently waiting for vengeance. This is slavery, and until I am CERTIAN you understand that, you will no more leave this cell than pigs will fly. I own you greenhorn, from the moment Vengeance resigned herself to giving you to me. I can make your existance living hell, if the whim takes me. Hell, if the whim were ot tak eme, I coudl make you BEG for every lash I woudl deal out and thank me for it afterwards. I am called Fear for a reason. Show me you understand, youngling. You WILL learn to obey me NO MATTER WHAT, one way or another. Take the easy road. Let go. No pride, no respect, no self... let it go and accept being my pawn.

*The dark twin chuckled in his chets at Dagoth's outburst... then laughed, full and deeply, his voice a rich baritone as the walls resonated with his amusement*

So much fire, princeling... and yet the beginnings of restraint are there. SO glad sense overcomes anger. Whether I am cowardly or not is hardly your concern. After all... as my darling little pet, YOU'LL fight my enemies for me, long after you return home.
I must admit, Im impressed. I didnt think you'd manage this lesson this quickly, for all its simplicity. You'll get used to it though. Even to date, Roan will kneel for a beating when told to. It's habit.
And so it must become for you. Roan stupidly thought to stand up to Garou when she was prisoner, and for all she killed it with VERY little blood in her system, the retribution she suffered was awful. Sunlight, back when she was still affected by it. Her hip is STILL scarred today. Everyone has their limit. For you, I imagine calling me sir and licking vitae up at my feet like the dog I have told you you will be until you earn the right to be more, will push YOUR buttons as much as it did Corbin's. It is your nature to resist, and for all your words, your pride dictates you still. Your anger lurks and waits.
Arquistas, as I said, tortured Roan with something that he knew would hurt her - sunlight. In time, she learnt even to kneel when Garou were in the building, though she never learnt to greet them with anything other than harsh promises of a death she made sure she delivered once she again had her freedom. Unsuprising from such a stubborn old cow, and I trust you to be much the same. This aside, once Arquistas was sure of her training, he even removed her collar. Still she obeyed. A good step forward, and one that eventually led to her accompanying his court to England when his time in his seat was over. Once I am sure of your ability to obey, you too will travel with me to England, to the same place, for the same reasons.
The correct response here is 'Yes master'.. at which point I will have Jan find a fill a glass for you. Anything else will earn you a large dose of haemoxinate, and pain.

*Bailey looked about to await Dagoth's answer... then it was as if a thought suddenly occured to him*

Tell me, puppy... which of us do you hate most? Me or Ice? Or is there someone out there who is even worse than we in your eyes?

Vengeance...

*Bailey hissed the word through his fangs in anger, turning his head to the entrance of the cell as he stepped back from Dagoth. And indeed, Roan appeared in the doorway a few moments later, shaking her head*

Yeah, Im here.
WHAT did you do this time?
Nothing out of the ordinary. It just seems the boy doesnt have ANY faith in me. Or my word.
I TOLD you not to undermine my work, woman...
And I told you I hoped you bled a million times for what you'll do to him... for all I didnt mean this to happen. Stupid git left people watching over his sister. Seems to me... you havent broken him down enough.
You only invite me to do worse to him then, Roan...
... this is MY sin, stick it on MY tab. Not his.
With pleasure...
Deciet. How nice of you to join us.

*Roan walked towards Dagoth, ignoring the twins, closing her eyes briefly as she forced some of Phoenix's power away from Dagoth, into herself*

Enough of that you. She's fine. I told you I wouldnt hurt her. I dont know whats worse... that you think I would or that you left part of your strength floating around watching her when you were in this dire a situation. Goody for you, Ice is about to beat the s**t out of me for letting Corbin get out of line. Im sure they'll let you watch.

*Standing back up, she went to Ice, clamy lifting her sleeves back to let him cuff her, haemoxinate burning through her as she followed him into the next cell. She sighed when she saw the eight foot bullwhip awaiting her and shook her head, letting herself be restrained to the cieling, wrists groaning in agony from the stretch and the metal.
The far wall of Dag;s cell turned to clear ice, Bailey intending indeed to let him watch his Sire take the worst kind of beating, while he worked on cooling the ice of the chasm down, containing Dagoth's rage, his own barely contained beneath the surface for teh set backs this would no doubt cause in his work on Dagoth*

*She knew he'd reached after her, and THAT was all the strength she needed ot get through the session with Ice. Pressing herself up on the balls of her feet, she wrapped her hands around teh chains that held her wrists abover her head, haemoxinate burning her palms agonisingly, but she'd need the grip and support for what Ice intended to do to her. She knew her back was being presented in Dagoth's direction, and that Bailey was still with her son*

Quiet and stop thrashing, whelp. If your mistress can take the drug in silence, so can you.

.: I promised you, Dagoth. That doesnt mean however Im going to let her run around as a risk to you. She's scared of me, and thats good, but she's also until now been too scared ot stand up to me. Today, she rose above her own demons to yell defiance at me, on the very lowest of reserves. The next time Truth, or anyone else guns for her... she wont go down without a fight, and she wont be too afraid to act. You told me to look after her. I am. Im also looking after you. :.

*Closing her eyes, Roan waited. Corbin had unsettled the other Syn once again, and as ever, the punshiment came down on her. THey were her brood, and she had always demanded the pain came to her, for her to pass on as she saw fit. As such... she knew her back would resemble hamburger meat when Ice was done, and that the wounds would heal human slow thanks to the drugged tips of his whip.
The behemoth of a lash snapped either side of her, and she flinched, suprised at how loud it was, knowing THEN that ICe had dipped it in Haemoxinate slution, that every lash woudl not only cut, but burn like acid.

The first lash that struck was like thunder underground, sending her body jerking forwards, the bright beads of her blood springing up across the massive welt as she winced. More followed. More and more until she lost count, finally giving voice to her pain as the lash began to strike through prevous cuts, tearing her back up like so much tissue paper. Blood flecke dthe walls, her clothes, Ice... everywhere. ANd she couldnt stop the bleeding. It took a while, but she eventually knew she was getting low on blood, close to passing out. Another lash... and she woudl have. But Ice stopped, his knowledge fo cainite physiology perfect.
He cut her down, limp as a rag doll, and removed the cuffs on her, lying he ron her stomach on a fur rug to start recuperating, healing finallyc omeing to her as the god within worked to heal the damage without. Her breathing was shallow and agonised as she turned her eyes towards Dagoth's cell, a film of milky white over her black iris*

.: Win this, Dagoth. Do what they want, be their toy, and come back as a warrior General. Daegonna AND I will be waiting for you, even if you only want her. I love you. :.

*She finally gave in, letting herself pass into a brief, healing torpor, away form the world. Slowly, the ice walls would darken, leaving Dagoth in his won cell, totally repaired, with Bailey standing over him*