::Jack had let her stew in her own filth and mental unrest as he tortured her. By Day three the little room smelled terrible. He had gone out and picked up some new clothes for her, got the cot out, put sheets on it and the room already had a small toilet and sink. He got her some toiletries as well. He made sure there was also a small shower stall, barely able to move around but she could clean herself. He picked up sedatives and placed them in her food. He adjusted everything. Having done the ceremony with the hair he cut off, basically to bind her to him. her will was bent to what he wanted but that didn't mean she had to enjoy it, like it, or go with the flow and that was exactly how he wanted her. Well beyond the level of broken. Possessing a sense of self but being unable to stop what was being asked of her. It made him smile, a broad, happy smile. He left the tray of food nearby and entered the room cautiously, gun drawn to her head. He began to unlock the chains.::

Move an inch and your brains will be decorating this lovely little cell.

::Pressing the nuzzle to her temple.::