(Cafune)<br/><br/>The wave of anger had strangled Judas in redemption and it hit him so vividly all at once what it had been, what had made his lips part at the auction and save this girls life from being shredded into pieces on the floor of the stadium.<br/><br/>His eyes met hers in a heated war of dominance, she was scared, this much was evident, but she was strong. She had a will to her that would not be easily torn down, he could see it and it reminded him of the only woman he had ever loved in his life. The only woman who could tame the monster that lurked inside of his body. The woman that brought chills to his spine and guilt to his chest like a swollen balloon ready to pop at any second. He could feel the presence of her hand brushing his hair back and then he snapped out of it and the memories were pushed away. It made him hate her. With everything.<br/><br/>It made him want to strike her across the face, as though it would change the resemblance that was so bluntly placed in his face. His hand reached out, cold as ice as it reached her throat. His fingers, long and nimble, wrapped themselves around her neck, forcing her chin to tilt up, making her look back at him. She had a habit of looking away from him.<br/><br/>"Don't make me regret this." was all he could say before he tugged his arm away from her, turning on his heel and making his way back towards the door. His hand rested on the handle as he gaze stopped on the darkness that flooded the halls outside of her new room. Was he supposed to feel bad for scaring this girl? For taking her from her life? Maybe, but did he? He couldn't find the heart to care. He just desired her alive, he wasn't sure what fueled the desire within him, or what drove anything that he did, but he knew that if anyone was to kill that girl, it would be him and only him. "In the morning, a woman will be here by the name of Ms. Elsworth. Do as she tells you." he didn't look at her this time, but instead he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind himself. He didn't lock the door - there was no need for that, he wanted to see how this girl worked. What her angle was and if he would be able to put up with her and everyone else that he had to take care of.<br/><br/>Once in the hall, Judas checked the watch on his arm, time was an illusion in Hell, but that didn't mean they didn't use it for the sake of knowing what day it was. After years of rotting down here, time was the most sensible solution. It was nearly midnight, his father scheduled to come down every week at least once for a special visit.<br/><br/>Judas didn't find it to be that special - but it was the only thing that kept him running things as high up as he was.<br/><br/>He was going to wake his inner-demons.