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The room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of metal chains banging against each other and the heavy breathing of the slaves in their small cages. Whilst looking around, a large door labeled “Mater’s Quarters” could be seen quite clearly. Along with a door labeled “Torture Chamber” and a few miscellaneous, unlabeled doors as well. In the room, there were random chains and t0rture devices along the walls, for public t0rture and punishment.

In the Master’s Quarters was a large hallway with many large, castle-like doors which opened up to where the masters and m1stresses presided. Each room was equipped with standard items, such as a large, king-sized bed, along with a cage, and a small, twin bed for their slave to stay in is the master wished.

And you can only guess what was to be found in the Chamber…


((Sorry for any spelling mistakes or typos. It's much to early for me to be attempting to think.. Lol??

[Oh yeah, this could easily break the TOS if you let it get out of hand. So, be careful of what you do or say, because I do not want the guild, or anyone in particular to be punished. Keep all Romance scenes PG-13, and make sure any t0rture and vi0lence does not get extremely gory. A little bit of bl00d is about as far as it should go. Thanks]

A few cages down from Sam, lay a girl with glittering silver hair. She seemed to be asleep in her cage, however, if one looked closely, they could see amber eyes staring out beyond the mass of hair which covered her from shoulders to waist.

Something seemed wild about those eyes... something that had not yet been broken...

Upon her ankle was a heavy shackle, bound into the floor by a stake. She was obviously still very feral. This was only proven, more so, when her body shook and a low growl passed her lips as a person walked by.

She remained still, however, save for the dog-like ears atop her head, which swivelled and twitched, like miniature radar. She could hear everything, even the sound of a mouse scuttling across the ground.

A growl ripped from the silver-haired demon's throat as the crack of the whip set the bars of her cage ringing shrilly in her ears. Flattening them against her skull, she rose into a crouch, glowering with fiery eyes at the wench who dared disturb her. If she thought, for one moment, that this inugami was going to be easy and obedient, she had best think again.
"Waddya want, wench?" She growled huskily, quickly appraising the girl. Not much meat, but she had a sense of dominance which sent her demon side whimpering with its tail between its legs. An Alpha... she thought wildly. An Alpha, interested in the likes of a half breed? This should be interesting.

She snarled and jerked her head, her fangs flashing as she drew blood on the wench's hand She was human after all, she wasn't that strong.

Seemingly calmer, the girl then smirked at the b***h and lurched backwards, ripping the whip from her throat and the ground, letting it fall harmlessly to the floor. She felt a sting from where the leather had cut her, but she ignored it; it would heal fast enough.

"Oh, my mother taught me manners, b***h. She also taught me to never show them to a slut." She cracked her knuckles menacingly, her claws glinting an odd green colour. "And sweetheart, you do not want to see my whip." She was smirking at her, her amber eyes icy. She had been taken against her will, and she'd be damned if she would make it easy. Licking her claws, she continued to watch the human, hackles raised, red rimming her eyes.

"If you knew anythin' bout me, witch, you'd know I wasn't nurtured." The dark blue crests adorning her cheeks became more vivid, fuelled by her loathing and anger, and her irises rimmed with red. Baring her fangs, her claw-tips glowed an ominous green colour, "And for your information, these bastards caught me on my human night." She was tempted to take the offer, though she doubted she wanted such torture, when she had been raised on it.

She swore, springing up to her feet. The manacle protested, but, with an annoyed snarl, it soon fell to the ground, seemingly melted. Her claws still glowed bright green, and if one had an acute sense of smell, they would have smelled toxic.
"I belong to no one!" She snarled, the red deepening. "Yeah, humans are weak. Shouldn't have let my guard down. I screwed up, and now I'm apparently paying for it." Her gaze locked with the woman's eerie black one. "And I really don't want to know what they had on that damn manuscript."

Pacing about her cage, reminiscent of a wild animal, she shook her head violently, as though trying to rid it of something. Don't you dare take over! That would only make things worse! She growled softly to herself, eyeing the key. "Highs and lows..." She murmured as she sloshed through the water.

A dark blue aura curled and danced around her, entwining itself with her body, dancing like fire. The identical dark blue crests upon her cheeks and hips seemed to have darkened to black, which, in her opinion, wasn't good.
Her demon side was coming out, and she really didn't want to go into a blood bath. Making sure her claw tips had turned back to normal, she wracked her hand through her matted hair. This wretch had obviously no intention of leaving her alone until she complied, she surmised, and was content with making her angrier and angrier... Not human.... no, she didn't smell human either... What the hell was she, though? The drugs those bastards had used on her was still muddling her senses, so she couldn't tell...

"I am not like other demons, and if you had a knowledge of my kind, you'd know that. And stop calling me little one, I'm over five centuries old for Gods' sake. I'm a half breed, and a dog demon. My father was particularly powerful when he mated my mother, which causes me to have more demonic attributes." She watched the mermaid, her irises pure gold once more. "As long as you swear not to hurt me, I will not attack you. I've been through too much s**t, and it's reflexive."

Moving up to the bars, she turned around and lifted her hair up, displaying a mottled, rather large puncture mark on her neck, where a dart must have struck. There were whiplashed along her back, and her ankle was swollen from the shackle. Turning back around, her body was covered in nothing but a thin clothe, one strip over her bosom, the other over her lower extremities. It was opaque, and very thin. Water droplets still clung to her, from when the cage was flooded, and the tips of her hair were still wet.

She had calmed down, so her cheek stripes had lightened to a rich blue, and her eyes had darkened with the pain of moving. She suppressed it, though, as she inhaled the metallic scent of blood which laced the mermaid's scent.

"I'm Harusaki Taisho of the Western Court, Heiress to the Western Throne." She murmured softly, almost as though she were speaking to herself.