The sounds of crying, begging and pleas were beginning to drive Nathaniel mad. How could they not see that their words would mean nothing to the guards that stood over them? Where they really that stupid or just desperate? His anger was misplaced, and he knew it. He was angry for putting himself into this situation in the first place. Angry that he will someone’s slave without anyway out, at least, not without doing some serious harm. “Fuck, shut up already!” His voice was exasperated--he hit his head back against the wall as he sat on his cot. “Ugh. I wouldn’t wish this shit on anyone this is so fucked up.” Out of anger he tossed one of the blankets provided to him across his cell only to watch it hit the bars in front of him. 

Outside the dungeon, the sky was painted a silky, deep blue; The kind of blue where one without a clock wouldn't be able to tell you whether it was very early, or very late. Within the cell walls, it was pitch black without the obnoxious industrial prison lights switched on. From deep within the dark, little pants and whimpers were slipping from the parted lips of a very restless Jasmine, caught in the middle of a wet dream. She had a habit of talking in her sleep sometimes when she was having a nightmare, but this was no nightmare... Little velvety words and fragments of desperate, dripping hot, pleading sentences were piercing through the veil of the usually miserable silence that filled the cells.