The moment that Rogue got put into her binds it began. The reconstruction of their would be home base. At least for the time being. Namida and Blood Raven began the preparations. Rogue's room would be cut off from the rest of the "fortress." The pair brought in large metal plates at a time. Some used to block breeches in the walls and other used to add in a secure way of entering the closed off quarters. However all of the walls clasped to one another. Climbing up latched on with lug nuts as high as the ceiling before a new ceiling was to be added. One made of complete metal plating. There was not enough to of the plates to secure a complete floor along with the walls and ceiling but it was enough. They were a lot safer now than they were fifteen hours before. That was when Lucian caught a glimpse of the helpless Rogue and a smirk came over his face.<br/><br/>The twitching. The scratching. She was in withdrawal. Lucian sat there and watched for a good twenty minutes while Namida and Blood Raven began to file the prisoners and get their cage set up in the far left corner of the room. Lucian turning the helpless woman onto her back. Watching her squirm and flop with the constant desire to drag her shoulder across her face. It came time and the crew began to secure the prisoners inside of their cage before locking it up tightly. Lucian let the rest of his crew set up the sleeping area while he went to grab one of the buckets. Filling it with irradiated sea water before flinging the cold water onto the sweat beaded body of Rogue while she squirmed and convulsed on the ground.<br/><br/>The tents were set and soon even Lucian pulled his attention away from the struggling blonde and moved to get some well needed rest. The following day came and the suits of power armor were opened and put to use. Rogue pinned down by the nails forced into the planks bellow her digging into the ropes that bound her to make sure that not enough wiggling in the world would get through that rope without the rope being torn in two.<br/><br/>A majority of the day came and went but when the crew returned they did so with the carcass of a Mirelurk hunter, a couple of mattresses in decent enough shape and some of the plants of the wildlife. It was getting into the later parts of the day when a cooking area was set and the smell of mirelurk stew began to fill the room. The first smell other than piss and shit from the prisoners not allowed anything more than a single hole between the planks so their sludge would land in the waters bellow. While the stew was finishing its cooking process again Lucian reached for the bucket,walked out to an open part of the fortress and filled it with the cold irradiated water below before adding more shock to the withdrawal filled body of Rogue. Lucian waited beside her. Pushing the heel of his boot against the back of the blonde's head until the stew was ready. Then and only then did he pick up and turn her in the direction of where they were eating. Lucian removed the blindfold from face of Rogue and for a moment almost gave her some gentleness. Removing the hair covering her eyes. That was before he poured an extra bowl of stew and set it in front of where Rogue was positioned on her side. Five steps away. Her arms and legs still bound. Mouth forced open with thick rope ready to press and dig at her tongue with each movement. All while Lucian returned to sit besides Blood Raven and Namida to eat their supper in peace.