He was pleased, he touched on a nerve with the alchemical mixtures. It is not something you can cure like an affliction but rather a living thing you must kill … an innocent living thing at that much a slave as you are ... he chuckled a little. But even if ift gets that far I will be aware up to the point it dies, I will know where you're concocting your potions, even your thoughts up to it's removal which will only hinder the escape process … but see if you can kill it before I find you, that is a challenge I would be interested in.

He allowed her to mull over his proposal to bath but she still had to do one little thing …

Oh, I know, but in time you will get use to it, especially since I have not told you any other name that you can refer to me as … whether you believe it or not at first isn't the issue here, only that you use it and get familiar with it. A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step I am told.

Simply growls as she contunes to look at him.. her pink eyes seeming to flash with some inner pink light.. an odd side effect of her pink eyes...She knew of potions that dulled ones sences.. she could do any number of things with the right things to use them..

She could care less what this creatures name was.. as far as she was conserned his name could be dirtbag...


"It might take one step... but i never said what.. direction i am willing to go in..." she growls shaking her head.. her hair still.. covered in cum.. a poor sight to behhond to say the least...

She didnt care what this creature kept telling her about some other life force he was putting in her.. she knew.. she had the skills.. it was just a matter of time till she was... persented with an option to use them.

"Fine... bloody master.... Now... where is my bath and you can leave me in piece while i take it" she responds.. putting her hands on her hips.. at least trying to put on a braver face.

Then there's always the issue of knowing what you are up to through the node and just using my powers through you to stop you if I were so incline, He chuckled a little interested at her raw mental talents though, one that he would mold for his own use once she was good and broken, now if she were made aware of it she would have another strength to draw upon.

Fafner heard the head in her voice but chuckle neverthless as there was a clicking sound and the cell door squng open. You already know the layout … first door on the right though you still have not earned thr right to any clothing as of yet. I might think about it when your attitude softens a lttle, until then you will have to make due with nothing until such a time ...

Its a good thing she wasnt actively aware she had the mental resistinces.. cause if she was.. she would so be doing everything in her power to increase there natural strenghts.

She keeps her arms folded across her front as she walks toward the cell door...

"You said i could have a bath.. a shower isnt a bath.. a bath is something i can soak in sence you desided that i needed to be hurt to prove what little point you have" she says as she nears the door... her eyes flashing again..

She allready had some vague idea about the clothing thing.. but she forced herself not to even remotely think about it.. stead simply looking at you.. content to say with her arguement.

She must have mistook him as Aegir, Aegir kept to the spirit of his agreements, Fafner could careless as he mentally closed the cell door and locked it again. Fine, since you are so caught up in semmantics you can wait to we get to the planet to have a bath.

You are already familiar with the fact that this ship is so small that it doesn't have much of a cargo hold. In fact this place was once the hold until it was converted over to a brig … but you will have you bath since a shower is not goot enough for you when we reach the planet in two days ...

He turned to go. If she wanted to be so picky then he would show her her place after all he was the master here not she ...

She ends up haveing to jump back as the gate allmost closed right on top of her.. she watches it lock in front of her as she looks back at the creature again... She shrugs again... refuseing to let... his.. demenor get to her... if she could take charge then she would.. she refused to.. fall back into.. the little roll he wanted her to play by.. haveing to ask for the shower anyway..

She turns back around and doesnt say a word as she makes her way back over and sits down against the wall again.. in her mind.. something flashed for a breaf moment.. water.. before she started counting the selected spots on the floor... still not saying anything...

She had toliet water! Fafner left her there in the cell, knowing that she was not that stubborn but even so he had the water turned off to the cell's toliet so she oly had what was in the bowl and tank itself, after all he had been inside her head and knew what she would likely do. Imagine her surprise when she flushed and the water would not fill. In any case he did not show up for the remainder of that day or most of the next either leaving her in the tiny cell.

When he did come back he ensured that she was good and hungry knowing that she had not eaten since before she was acquired and hadn't drank anything save for perhaps toliet water. He came back with a tray of food though it was not for her, he moved back to the table and loaded another file into the tablet eating and reading at the same time but otherwise ignoring her as he took a long drink of a reddish liquid.

She had waited until long after he had gone.. before she had stopped counting the spots on the floor.. and letting herself think again something besides the boring dots.. but.. if it helped her keep him out by jsut not thinking about it.. perhaps.. it was a advantage...

She shakes her head... "Amanda.. you jsut fooliing yourself.. that isnt much of a advantage.. if anything its a hendrince.." she sighs talking to herself as she takes the back off the toilet.. and much like in the dream.. after taking a couple handfulls of what she knew was clean water to drink.. she started washing herself..For the most part she got her limbs whiped down... and managed to clean herself between her thighs.. though she had to be careful.. she was still sore..

Bending over the back.. she trys to douse her hair to get it some of the larger dried on chuckles out.. sighing when the water became too dirty she would flush it only to have it suddenly not refill..

She growls under her breath giving her head a shake..and swearing at that monster.. useing lots of nasty words she wouldnt even have dared to say outloud.

Well she had got herself more or less cleaned and had something to drink...she looks around the cell.. walking from one side to the other... she even checked out cell door again..but without a key there was little hope she could do anything with fingers alone...Walking back to the toilet.. she looks in the back of the thing.. as the machincs of it.. but none of the things within it would help her get out of this cell.. so she left it all alone and put the cover back on it..

Yes it would make a good weapon... but.. when she had no one to use it against.

So there she sat...curling up.. when she became tired.. sleeping.. for who knows how many hours.. getting up.. paceing some more.. then going back to sleep.. when one has no ability to tell how long where someone is..the time could be passing at a rate of minites to hours.

She was acutaly half asleep when she opened her eyes hearing a slight rustleing outside the cell.. she stays curled up.. shivering.. the hungrer.. wasnt as bad as it could have been,, and her mouth was dry again.. but she was most defently cold and shivering by this point.. being left in a cell for a day in half.. no warm clothing in a chilled enviroment.. left it pritty cold.. if not downoutright chillded to bone... staying curled up.. she opens her eyes just a bit to see who.. it might be outside her cell..

It had been Fafner alright returning to gloat … no not to gloat he ignored her completely as he immersed himself in that file eating some kind of meat, an avian of some sort from the looks of it. Stopping every once and awhle to take long gulps of that liquid.

Perhaps, yes, he had to be doing this one purpose knowing how hungry and thirsty she would be after all this time …

Sill he did not ask her to do anything as he snapped a bone on half, chewed and ground it up then ate the other half of the bone after using his long tongue to ease out the marrow and consume it before he chomped on the bone.

Amanda could clearly hear the bones being ground up as he chewed then swallowed before washing down those shards of bone with his drink that he rilled from a pitcher.

Seeing how he wasnt talking to her.. she was yet stubborn...

she mutters to herself shaking her head slightly.. "he sounds like a pig" she says a bit to herself.. as she rolls over.. looking away from him not even to remotely peer in his direction..

Yes she was hungrey and thristy.. but not.. enough to beg for scraps... she refused...

Closeing her eyes she tryed to steel herself.. even as her tummy rumbled again.... but keeping ehr eyes closed she forced that feeling out of her head as she tryed to ingore him.. and his piggish ways.

He said nothing, just read and ate as he consumed this bird liked creature though as he finished he left the chamber without a word sensing how hungry she was and that she was quite stubborn but in a sense she supposed that he was just as stubborn too and he was in a position where he could affored to be … she wanted her bath, she would get it at the planet and he assumed she would rink some of the bath water to whereupon he had hit uon an idea as he considered his options.

But being in that cell was as bad as solitary confinement, no one spoke to her and she simply existed in that cold place as if she were forgotten,

The next morning or evening she assumed Fafner returned again with another tray this one larger than the last and even having a roasted pig on it. An entire big that he began to devour between reading a new file that he uploaded and drinking a thick reddish drink similar to what he consumed last time.

Again he had no acknowledged her merely setting to work on that file that must have conained something intersting on it at least.

She contunes to lay there.. falling asleep.. it being about the only thing she had to past the time.. She had hurd that some of the other girls had.. magic at there finger tips.. it was times like theses she wish she did to.. she could blow off the door.. blow up that creature that was here.. and perhaps just snap her fingers and be back at her house...


She lets out a shuddering sigh.. not even bothering to roll over when she hears him return again.. refuseing to even look.. not wanting to be tempted by anything... she simple closes her eyes.. trying very hard not to think about cheese burgers.. and milk shakes...

It was awfully tough keeping your mind off of food especially with a telepath that knew what you were thinking and what you were trying to resist. As Amanda tried to clear her head Fafner was doing quiet the opposite projecting images of those foods pressing though he mind.

There was the regret of not knowing magic either and he did little to appease that state of being simply taring at je pig carcass easing evrything espially the bones.

Shakes her head as she in parts growls at herself.. every time she stoped thinking about food.. something eles she used to eat comes allmsot as if shoved into her mind... feeling the light tingling pressence upon her mind she normal felt when that creature was around..

She lets out a shuddering cold sigh as she shivers there on the floor.. rubbing her cold arms for a moment.. trying to distract herself from more images of food appearing within her mind.

She groans softly.. whimpering something about get out of her head.. but it was most likly directed at herself to stop thinking about food..

And still he ignored her as she whimpered on the floor. At first he had assumed that she was speaking about him gettting out of her head though he would have even if she had asked him too.

Taring the head off the roated pig he bean taring at the meat naer the shoulders and neck, licking the juices off his fingers as he read then adjust a few notes with the syllus to the tablet that he held.