The room looked somewhat soft in this lighting. The sun made its way through a barred window, reflecting itself over every speck of dust that flew by. (Which was a lot. This place wasn't the most clean.) She had forgotten how long she had been in there. How long she had wasted her powers in trying to get out. Her body had scars from where she had slammed herself against walls, trying to break them. The bruises were still fresh from her last attempt, and whenever a guard walked by she always made the effort to grab him and get the keys to her cell.
Danni looked around, tilting her head slightly and barely moving her head to glance at the cracked walls. Even in her final Kitsune form, the walls would only crack under her force. Needless to say she was now naked after she went into that form, her ripped dress laying in a pile in another corner of the room. She stayed curled up, even when she laid down to stop passerby people from seeing her body. Using her tails to cover her up with. And now something else caught her attention. There was a bird sitting out behind the barred windows.

"No not necessarily.. Just looking for old fr-" The lycan cut himself off and went to covering his ears when the girl began screaming, a cringe flashing across his face as he quickly adjusted to the noise. His eyes eyes on her the whole time, and they widened when she unbuttoned her shirt and threw it at him. With his speed he was able to catch it, but he obviously looked shocked, the eyes belonging to him glancing down her image before he shot his attention elsewhere. To him it was almost like the time he walked in on a friend of his dressing up, he couldn't recall if she hit him for peeking. At least this one didn't hit him for looking over her when she was without proper clothing.

"Thank goodness you managed to keep the underwear.. I-I'll see about getting you a change of clothing when I return.." The creature stammered, slowly standing up as he watched her shape behind the curtain move around. He knew she was somewhat aware of his intentions and for some reason he felt confident in putting his trust in her hands, especially after she solved his need to fake a master and servant session in the bathroom. Eventually after a few minutes of standing there and watching he cracked the door open, looking over his shoulder and speaking in a low tone again. "You're a pretty one... A fighter too.. I think I'll keep you for more than just a night doll face." He said, growling in a satisfied tone as he stepped into the room and paced around a bit, thinking deeply about his position right now. There is no way the manager has any suspicion.. This girl might be the one to help keep trouble away from me.

Carter looked inquisitively at Freya for several moments, then raised up his hands to look at them. "Old man? Why this body shouldn't be older than 30..." he muttered quietly. Should he get a new one? Possibly, but he'd have to do that later. Staring back at Freya Carter shook his head. "Figure out your memories? Now how am I supposed to even do that?" Carter spun around, sighing. Perhaps he should just get another human slave who wasn't so confusing or irrational. Or maybe he could just scare her into submission, it could work. Not yet, Carter thought, then turned back to Freya while leaning against the kitchen counter. "So you're saying that if I assist you with your memories that'll you'll stop arguing and follow my commands?" He inquired. "If so, fine, but you'll need to explain how I'm even supposed to do that."

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Sarah rolled her eyes as the ursathrope just went to sleep. Turning around she walked back to her desk when she suddenly heard the ursathrope roar. She slightly jumped from surprise but saw that the bear was still asleep. Of all the days... Sarah sighed and sat back at her desk, phoning security to deal with the ursathrope. Looking around to make sure no others were accidentally around she quietly hummed one of her own morbid songs that she based off the simple tune Drunken Sailor. When security arrived Sarah stopped her humming and pointed her thumb at the ursathrope then went back to her computer. The four security guards nodded and two pulled out silver weapons for any violent attacks. The guards went within 10 feet of the beast, then the front guard fired a taser to attempt to wake up the ursathrope.

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Rand shook a very small amount as X explained the punishment that was to be given to himself. Already he felt the influence on his mind to try to wear him down, and then he saw the graves emerging. The hunter clenched his teeth and looked down away at them, refusing to look. How was he getting out of this? Dwelling on the subject Rand came to a conclusion. This isn't about him trying to make you feel bad and terrible for killing innocent supernatural, this is his work to break you. This is where you can be exploited fool! Rand thought, thinking he was getting somewhere, then stopped. So...now what? He'll still pressure me and still shove me down. He couldn't come up with an answer. Is there a way out of this? Maybe not. Well I could just do the unexpected, Rand figured, guessing it was worth a shot. Steeling himself more, Rand began to sing. It was a stupid sailor shantie and his singing was awful, but it was all he had to work with. Leaning on his back Rand stared up out of his cage and droned on, refusing to even consider the graves. I wonder how long this'll last for...

Carter looked inquisitively at Freya for several moments, then raised up his hands to look at them. "Old man? Why this body shouldn't be older than 30..." he muttered quietly. Should he get a new one? Possibly, but he'd have to do that later. Staring back at Freya Carter shook his head. "Figure out your memories? Now how am I supposed to even do that?" Carter spun around, sighing. Perhaps he should just get another human slave who wasn't so confusing or irrational. Or maybe he could just scare her into submission, it could work. Not yet, Carter thought, then turned back to Freya while leaning against the kitchen counter. "So you're saying that if I assist you with your memories that'll you'll stop arguing and follow my commands?" He inquired. "If so, fine, but you'll need to explain how I'm even supposed to do that."

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Sarah rolled her eyes as the ursathrope just went to sleep. Turning around she walked back to her desk when she suddenly heard the ursathrope roar. She slightly jumped from surprise but saw that the bear was still asleep. Of all the days... Sarah sighed and sat back at her desk, phoning security to deal with the ursathrope. Looking around to make sure no others were accidentally around she quietly hummed one of her own morbid songs that she based off the simple tune Drunken Sailor. When security arrived Sarah stopped her humming and pointed her thumb at the ursathrope then went back to her computer. The four security guards nodded and two pulled out silver weapons for any violent attacks. The guards went within 10 feet of the beast, then the front guard fired a taser to attempt to wake up the ursathrope.

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Rand shook a very small amount as X explained the punishment that was to be given to himself. Already he felt the influence on his mind to try to wear him down, and then he saw the graves emerging. The hunter clenched his teeth and looked down away at them, refusing to look. How was he getting out of this? Dwelling on the subject Rand came to a conclusion. This isn't about him trying to make you feel bad and terrible for killing innocent supernatural, this is his work to break you. This is where you can be exploited fool! Rand thought, thinking he was getting somewhere, then stopped. So...now what? He'll still pressure me and still shove me down. He couldn't come up with an answer. Is there a way out of this? Maybe not. Well I could just do the unexpected, Rand figured, guessing it was worth a shot. Steeling himself more, Rand began to sing. It was a stupid sailor shantie and his singing was awful, but it was all he had to work with. Leaning on his back Rand stared up out of his cage and droned on, refusing to even consider the graves. I wonder how long this'll last for...

X observed that he was trying to put himself into his own little world, however, X was a patience man and he could wait. However, he was not much one to be inactive. He couldn't rush, but couldn't stay still. There needs to be a very particular balance when breaking someone minds, if you rush, you could do it very sloppy and easily countered and even easily cured as a simple jump isn't going to cause any thing to long term, however if you stay still for to long, they can build up their mental resolve and block you out.

The first thing was that while the hunter was trying to distract himself he took this chance to raise the level of apathy he was pushing on to the poor man. However, he slowly increased the levels, so that it was barely noticeable that he was raising it at all.

The next thing X did was fly over to the cage, and shake it slightly from the cage. It wasn't very fast or violent, but steady and constant. Every three seconds he would shake it, wait another five seconds and shake it again, and then seven and then shake, and then back to three and it repeated. The shake at three seconds was slow and barely noticeable, but he slowly increase it and then went back to the slow shakes of the cage. The point was to add to their eerie mood and make it impossible for him to think clearly.

The final thing he did was all over the grave yard scene, he projected images of supernatural being viciously killed by hunters. A baby werewolf being stabbed with a silver dagger, a vampire kid being beheaded, and a young and beautiful female wizard being burned alive was included in the scene. Every time another supernatural died, a new graved appeared from the ground. And each of the graves now said on things: "Why me?"

A uniformed guard walked near Danni's cage and peered over at the Kitsune, keeping his distance away from past experiences. He was about to yell something when he saw the bird over at the window. The guard cursed as he pulled out his tazer and shot the bird, making it fall over. "Sorry about that but it's the Manager's rules," the guard chuckled. "Even since that last break out you morons caused." Staring back at curled upon Danni the guard shook his head. Somewhat forgetting his own rules he stepped forward and folded his arms as he leaned against the cage. "Come on, now you're just getting pitiful, but definitely wouldn't go that far down after your last attempt. Speaking of which, are you ready for another round?"

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Rand tensed slightly as he felt the cage randomly shake, but kept up his song without breaking. Hold...hold...you fail and you become this thing's tool. It felt extremely hard for him and the shaking didn't help. Bringing his head down Rand accidentally saw the murders being committed. He almost become lost in the deaths and the accusatory graves. Rand shirked back and continued singing his sailor tune, trying to keep calm. Right right, the best ways to prevent mental breakdown...oh I don't like those options, the hunter thought, but realized there really wasn't any other choice. Either he could embrace the breakdown and try to recover as best as possible, or almost literally force himself to embrace the deaths and be happy with them. Neither seemed good, but the latter seemed like the best. It could throw off X and maybe open up opportunity to mentally prepare himself more. This is going to be awful but fortunately he can't read minds and only destroy them, Rand thought, then burst out laughing. He pointed at the dying supernatural and clapped his hands, going through with enjoying the murders. "Yeah come on burn her to a crisp!" Rand chanted at the hunter burning female wizard. "Slice that monstrosity's head off!" To another. "Come on, more stabbing, they're not dead enough!"

X smilied as his prey made it more difficult to him. As an empath, he could sense some insincerity with his glee, and that was reinforced by his previous reaction to the scene and the sudden one-eighty. However, it could be him slowly breaking down and not being sure of him, however either way, it didn't matter. It was quite clever of him to try to counter out true sadness with false joy, it would allow him to stall, however, if he could make him feel actual joy while still forcing apathy on his subject, the effect would be the same as if was sadness. It took a few seconds of thought of how to keep the scene while also doing something to create happiness in a hunter. Though, during that time, the shaking and imagery continued. Then he had an idea.

He gently slowed the shaking, taking longer and longer between swinging it and each time it was more gentle than the last. The fake killings slowed as, and also came to a stop, and one by one the graves re-entered the ground. He was under the impression this hunter has been around for awhile, so he came to the assumption that he had some inkling who the manager was. If not, he presumed any other evil vampire would do, and didn't mind it being the image of the manager to be his guinea pig.

He created a scene when the manager was on the ground, his hands tied, eyes covered, and head over a box. While a looming figure of quite a large hunter-figure hover over him with an ax in head. To the manager side was a large board listing various crimes of the manager had commited, and there was more than a few. As the scene was forming, he slowly increased the apathy he was forcing on his captive, and as the ax rose above the executioners head, he sent a very strong burst of apathy to Rand, and then the ax came down and the figure of the manager head rolled across the floor.

The girl's amber eyes shown yellow for a few moments as her face was revealed. Her tails moved ever so teasingly about her bruised glass-like skin. The way she moved her body slowly about the ground as if in erotic pain, and the small groans she emitted was like a wounded bird to a predator. The way she crawled to the bars of the cell door wasn't threatening, but more pleading. More wounded and needing. Her long fingers wrapped around one of the bars slowly as she looked up at the guard. Her eyes were full of wanted ecstasy and her tails teased around her body. "........" Her eyes said it all.

Eugene continued to meander about the room, waiting for the girl to exit the bath room as he listened to the very faint sounds of water running coming from the room. Eventually, the lycan sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes peering down at the floor before he heard a voice break the silence.

"Master Eugene?" The voice caused the lycan to sit up, his ears perking up and his eyes shooting over to the girl who called his name. He gave her a confused expression, even a raise to the eyebrow before she finished what she wanted to tell him with a rather expected outburst. The Lycan thought for a minute then chuckled, waving towards the dresser.

"Well, I sure do not know what you prefer to wear.. Why don't you.. Walk over and get them?" He proposed, his eyes looking over her as if presenting her a challenge. It wasn't something for pleasure despite what the outside eye might see, but one that was testing her courage as a woman.

(...)

Mike soon left the manager office as he remember the way to the holding cells from his yime when he had to be in them. He could smell Danni scent which smelt like she was in heat or something. Considering how guards acted around here, he needed her to be saved and soon. He looked at the ring on his finger before he found the cell room Danni was in. "Danni my love are you here?" He called out hoping she could hear him. He had left Delilah with manager for now with Samuel watching her. Mike came across the Guard and Danni he could see what was happening and he growled before he charged and slam down the guard who was near Danni. He then took the key to Danni cell and unlocked the door. "Danni?" Mike asked her.

((NOT HERE LMAO SORRY WRONG RP))

Eugene watched the girl as she went over the drawers, an internal sense of relief coming over when she didn't necessarily protest to anything. The lycan kept quiet, and he left her to her choices, his hands on his lap and his eyes following her every move. He could tell she wasn't too happy with his request but he was thankful that she understood why he had to do it, a small smirk creeping up on his face as he stood up and patted himself down, his eyes shifting to one of the few unattended drawers when she said she was done with her search.

"Good. See even we have clothes you might enjoy." The beast said, giving the girl a wink before he went out the door, stopping only to look over his shoulder and say something. "You got a minute or it's the bathroom again. Got it?" With that he closed the door and went straight to the piece of furniture he had sat on when she first arrived, leaving the girl alone to finally pull her clothes on. How would she feel if she understood the full truth? I guess that doesn't matter.. I wonder what the security guards monitoring the cameras are going to think when that girl starts dressing up in there.