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"I was born a slave, it's all I know mistress. They brought me from the Slave camp, where I fight for the guards amusement, to this tent for a... different kind of amusement." Nelanee kept her head down, staring at the floor. She heard what the person had said to her, but it didn't help that the half-orc didn't really know who Ren and Gin were. She only knew that they were the leaders of the Re and to be feared.

"How did you get here, mistress?" Nelanee asked, looking up for just a second. It was long enough for the half-breed's eyes to connect with the girl's, dark brown meeting crimson. The girl might notice a silent plea in the she-orc's gaze, but then again she might not.

Chained hands reached out for the flower. When the light touched her finger-tips, Nelanee took a sharp breath. Her bruises felt weeks better and the chains felt pounds lighter.

"Thank you mistress..." The half-orc knelt back down and bowed down before the girl. Nelanee didn't want to be in this tent any longer and would do anything to get out of it before whoever had had her brought here arrived.

"If you were exploring, mistress, would you need someone to accompany you?"

"My clothes were taken from me, mistress, I had no need of them here." Nelanee was not ashamed of her nakedness, but when the guards unchained her the half-orc found her way to a wardrobe and pulled out a pair of leather pants and a long-sleeved white linen shirt. Dressing quickly, Nelanee presented herself to Lily.

"I am ready to leave at your wish, mistress."

Zephyr was growing antsy, He had gotten all wound up with "playing" with Dev and Allistar, but had been left hanging. He needed to feel something, touch someone. And so he prowled, slightly splattered with blood, shirt half-buttoned for a slave who would be willing to fulfill his needs.

Then a slave approached him and asked a question that he very much liked to hear. Zephyr eyed the young man from the tip of his head to his toes. Actually they were fairly attractive, rather docile and passive as far as he could tell, but he could work with that. How had he not seen this wall-flower before.

Before the slave could blink, Zephyr had put an arm around the shoulders and was steering him towards a room he knew was unoccupied. "Yes. When we get to where we're going, be a darling and strip okies?" There was a certain predatory element in his eyes, and tone. Actually he was currently dividing his attention between making sure he didn't run them both into a wall and practically oogling the man he now had on his arm.

Zephyr glanced quizzically at the slave. "Of course I can see you. I can smell you too~" He leaned in slightly so that his nose against the other male's hair. "Mm. I like the soap you use." Another few steps and they were in the empty room. Zephyr released the slave's shoulder and began to undress himself, his shirt being the first thing he stripped from his pale body. "Let's get started eh?"

He had quite the night in store for the lucky little slave, Zephyr wasn't going to release him until he was satisfied, and that was going to take a few hours for sure.

Chaney was positively fuming by the time she had been dragged to her enemy's base. This was absolutely the worst outcome that could've happened. As she was carried past guards, she shot all of them fiery glares that easily spelled out her hate of them. Some of them flinched, other looked the opposite direction, some glared back, one fainted. When the demon changed back to a human appearance, Chaney almost tried to escape again. But any Hunterwould see how awful of an idea that wash she was in a strange place, heavily outnumbered, and injured. Her chances were slim.

Besides, she better save any energy she has for whatever would be lying ahead.

When they entered another room, Chaney felt absolutely sick to her stomach. She had heard vague rumors about there being a room like this at this base, but it was never really confirmed. Everywhere she looked she saw less than honorable acts and people in very scandalous clothing. Of course this is where he works. The blonde didn't even have enough time to be surprised before she was whisked away to a room filled with this barely clothed women. Oh, if they think they're going to touch me they have another thing coming. Spitting at the demon after he whispered in her ear, the blonde was left alone with the strangers.

Some tried to approach her, but she quickly warded them off with a quick glare. She could take care of it herself. Washing any open cuts, she bandaged them up. There was one woman who insisted on helping her. Chaney let her. The only reason being that she didn't know which herbs they had and what they did. The others tried to bring her clothes, one look at them and the Hunter tore them apart. She would be staying in her own, very modest outfit. Surprisingly, whatever herbs they used had all but healed her. She offered a very brief smile, but that was all.

Now she had time to look around the area and get as many details as possible. Several of the women had bruises on the arms and shoulders that looked like finger marks. Chaney frowned. Like hell she'd stay here. She moved out of the bathing room and into the main one. She received a few glances from the visiting guards, no doubt wondering why her skin was covered. She bared her teeth at them and they turned the other direction. The blonde looked around for her kidnapper, and after not spotting him began edging towards the door.

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