#sinsationstarter

Tegan’s swayed a little, up on her toes, wrists tied as her body hung from some hook on the ceiling. This was - far from fun, at least according to her own definition. Apparently she’d been requested and dragged to one of the many playrooms. Had she known it would be like this at least half way down the hall - she’d be clear across the isle by now. Her wrists hurt from the struggle and brutish treatment caused by the fight she gave the guards, but she did her best to ignore it. At least they hadn’t removed her clothes. However, that was probably left up to the resident, which only made the blonde more nervous. She heard the click of the door, and a small, nervous little laugh escaped her. 

For someone who has been here for more than a week already, she has done a good job of avoiding everyone else and keeping mostly to herself. Other than her first day, she hasn't really talked to anyone else. Lounging on the couch in her suite with a book on hand, she heard a knock on the door. Considering that she wasn't expecting anyone, she was a little intrigued of who it may be. "Uhm-- come in?" the young brunette called out, putting the book down as she curiously tilted her head to see who it was.

“How much have you seen?” He asked looking down at the clear evidence of his little trick with a cheeky smirk probably risking some punishment but still totally worthing it.

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. 

Pacing back and forth impatiently in the small space of her cell, Charlotte was starting to get bored and she was in dire need of a distraction from her own thoughts. "You know what would be nice right about now? A good drink or even a nice bath to relax in. Why can't we have nice things around here for a change?" the brunette mused to no one in particular.

“Was zum Teufel?” Piper cursed quietly in her native tongue as she was suddenly grabbed and shoved up against the nearest wall. She looked up at the other, green eyes wide and questioning. “C-can I help you?” She stuttered, knowing she was still an employee but not currently on the clock.