"Men are men. They're all the same."

"Unfortunately, not dear. But when has life ever been known to deal a fair hand?" He asked, rocking back on his heels with a shrug. His eyes met hers, amusement sparkling in them as he leaned back in towards her cell, "Now tell me somethin’, Darlin’. If you had to choose one side or the other, would you not rather be the hunter?"

"Quite a bit before this place," she pressed her lips together. Though it was his next question that sparked irritation with the young omega. "That's the dumbest question I have ever heard. Just when I was starting to think I could like you."

"Now that ain’t fair. It’s slim pickin’s out there," he said, smiling. "I can assure you though, I’m much better to my slaves than most the others. So long as they cooperate, that is." Nodding as he spoke, his smile widened. "Right you are. This place may have zombie incidents, but never have I been hunt’d."

"None of this is fair, now is it?" She combated, lifting her brows. The little wolf released a sigh, sitting back against her bars. So long as they cooperate. Isn't that what every Master said? "Because here, you're the hunter, not the prey."

Reese slipped his hands into his pocket, “Well, I did quite a bit of travelin’ in my time. I was actually with the man that turned me for almost a hundred years before we were ambushed by a group of hunters. After he was killed, I began looking for a place that could provide safety. And Île des Damnés was the first place I found.”

"So you run to a place where you can be safe and indulge in the stolen freedom of others. What a gentleman you are." Though she'd seen a lot worse. Angelica knew that not all of them were bad, but it didn't make her like them, or her situation any more. "But I can see, from your view, how this place is safe. I've heard no one can get in or out unless welcomed."

"I wouldn’t be as put out over the loss as you’d think." Melrose shrugged her shoulders, blue eyes shining with mirth. The girl wasn’t wrong, but Melrose couldn’t deny the satisfaction she would get out of watching the blonde little shit choking on her own blood. For now, her soft mewing of pain would have to do. 

She couldn't let it die. She could pretend and fake, but Angelica would never be an obedient little pet, not truly. And she loathed any Master and Mistress who thought to make her try-- and the rest, she hated anyways.

"I only give out rewards to my pack and treats to my pets. You lot in here only serve as a distraction for me." Marcus entered her cell, headed straight for the blonde wolf. "We both know that that won’t happen, love. Now you’re just tiring out that pretty little mouth of yours." Without waiting for a response, Marcus shifted his body, striking the back of her knees with one well aimed kick. "But lets say you do succeed," he continued, circling around the girl with slow, measured steps. His hands clasped behind his back, "I’d fuck your cunt and your mouth with a silver dildo everyday until it grew back. Probably longer."

Before she could reach the back of her cell, he was beside her, and a hard blow cracked along her legs-- forcing the girl down to her knees. Her hands scratched against the harsh floor. Angelica didn't look at him, nor did she answer him. Silver, silver, silver. If she had a dollar for every time someone threatened to use silver against her-- she could probably buy her own freedom. But this wasn't about money. This was about punishment for her family.

"It wasn’t a request." Lifts his hand to signal the closest guard, "I’m beginning to think you enjoy the pain, omega. Or maybe it’s the attention."

"Then you should move on to another slave. Best not to reward bad behavior." Her eyes cut to the guard who moved closer to unlock the cell before looking back to the Alpha, "If you try, I am going to bite it off."

Her legs snapped open with a thought, his middle finger moving from her click to sink into the warmth of her cunt. “I’ll never understand why you all seem to think yelling at us is going to mean anything.” His other hand reached up to grip her long curls and pull her head back.

"God, I hate witches!" She was more frustrated than anything. Angry that she couldn't even do as little as draw blood--- yet he could manipulate her body with a single thought. She inhaled deeply, struggling against his magic to try and close her legs against his magic. The wolf growled, her eyes flashing yellow as her head was forced back. "You're a coward; hiding behind magic tricks."

Had Nathaniel wanted, he could have ceased Angelica’s movements entirely. Kept her perfectly still, fucked her until his heart content. But he enjoyed the fight she had. Something about it made it all the more pleasurable when he got what he wanted. His hands moved between her thighs, fingers spreading her lips as he toyed with her clit.

She hated him. Probably more than Melrose and Eden--- and those two vampire bitches had drawn out a lot of hate from her. Her eyes quickly looked down-- light tingles rushing through her clit at his touch. "Stop, just get out!" Angelica's legs snapped shut, and she pressed her thighs together tightly against his hands. "Are you deaf?" Were all of them? "Leave mealone."

A hand moved up the side of her leg, the clothes she wore disappearing with a touch. “Does shouting that word even make you feel better?”

"Get your hands off of me, witch!" The blonde snarled. Truth be told, she feared the witch. At least with a vampire or werewolf, you could fight back. Struggle a little. But not like this. "Don't! Just leave me alone." A cool rush moved over her flesh as her clothes vanished from her body, and her skin was bare to the wall behind her.

"You intend to stop me?" He asked, his magic lashing out to wrap around her wrists and force them above her head.

"No!" She screamed-- growling as her hands snapped up, wrists crossing over one another. Angelica growled harshly, struggling against the magic.

Nathaniel unlocked her cell. He stepped into it, moving towards the blonde. “Something wrong?”

The instant he unlocked her cage, the wolf was stepping back as far as she could go, "Stop."

"Somehow I don’t quite believe that," he replied.

The vampire raised a slender digit and tapped it against the metal rods that separated him from the blonde wolf. “Maybe I should do a lot of things, but for the moment I choose to stay here with you.” A guard nearby raised a brow at Henry’s tapping finger, a silent inquiry into the vampire’s inclinations: to open or not to open? Henry shook his head no for now. To the girl her asked, “I believe I missed your name, sweetheart.”

"I didn't ask you to stay here with me." She was instantly on defense against the vampire-- simply from  the guard hardening. But the instant he relaxed back against the wall, she calmed. Slightly. "You didn't miss it, I just didn't give it to you." Blunt. "Not 'sweetheart', that's for sure. It's Angelica."

I thought we established that you don’t have a say.

She instantly seemed to still at the witch's voice. A growl rumbled in her throat, "Go to hell, witch. I don't have anything to say to you"

Henry furrowed his brow, “Stop what? I was merely moving out of the walkway.” Henry cared very little about making the comings and goings of the other masters and mistresses easier. Most that surrounded him at the moment were younger and of a lower stations. His attention remained focused on her, “You do still have the bars between us to offer you protection. I believe you can count yourself safe for now.”

Her bright eyes narrowed on him, but the slave didn't move another inch. "Maybe you should go talk to other slaves." Though he was right. She didn't really have much reason to worry or freak out until a guard opened the cell doors. "For now."