Crave.

Am I getting repetative yet?

I also can't spell.

The cages are set into the north wall of a large arena. On the east wall there is a raised dais, with a curtain-shrouded door behind it, three chairs, and a scattering of cushions on the lower stairs. One chair is opulent, fine-carved wood and iron, decorated with a hundred scenes of cruelty and violence. Sturdy metal rings are attached at the feet of that chair, as well as at the arms. The other two chairs are smaller, simple iron twisted into the shapes of vines, flowers, gothic spikes. The chairs themselves form loops and rings and catches, so clearly meant for bondage that no one could mistake their intent.

The dais - and the levels leading up to it - are covered in soft suede, patched and re-patched into a harlequin's carpet. The floor though... that is wood, polished by countless feet, with a dusting of almost silk-fine sawdust.

Against the south wall as well as set into it are more cages, these clearly designed for humans, some for standing, some for laying... a few, spikes and odd wires, clearly intended to torture instead of merely contain.

The west wall holds the obvious exit, a set of double-doors flanked by two tiers of simple benches, the higher seats padded with velvet cushions, the lower ones plain polished wood.

Pretty room.

In addition to the two leopard cages, there are two cages with solid doors instead of barred openings, and a tunnel with a barred grate covering the top half of the door and a solid wood piece covering the bottom... the tunnel leads off into dim-lit nothingness, turning into a 'T' shape just past the depth of the leopard cages, providing the obvious access to the feeding doors. A similar tunnel is set into the opposite wall, providing matching accesses to the human cages.

There are no speakers... the only lights are from two huge iron wheels covered with candles, suspended from the distant ceiling on twin chains and winches.

For a slave left alone in the arena, the sounds of the leopards in their cages are somehow less disturbing than the occasional rustle and scrape from the blind-sealed cages.

*shrugs*

Bored now.

Kadin... kadinpet, do you have Vicki's number? If not, I'm sure you have her on your messenger list, yes?

I want to hear from you tonight.

I want you.

Understand that, boy? I want you. I will have you. *slight smile* I will have you, used and helpless, whimpering, smiling, terrified, relieved... MINE.

Mine.

Remember that, boy.