<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">He glared at her, taking in her lax attitude and petty defiance. If she wanted to play like that, fine. With an evil smirk he moved to a hose set to one side of the chamber, turning it on full blast as he cleaned up the blood from the floor. This was one place that no servant ever came, and he was very careful to maintain it’s look. Every once in a while he would direct the jet of water directly at the bitch, cleaning the grime off of her as well as trying to piss her off. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“They finally started looking for you, the other Masters. Apparently Limuria had some evidence that you had been taken, not ran. Something that you wouldn’t leave behind no matter what. And you know the funny thing? It seems that item was sent to her after I captured you. Funny, right?”</span> His tone grew steadily more hectic, and a frenzied look grew in his eyes as he let go of the iron control he had put in place to go out of here. </span>