<span style="color: #FFBFBF">In Trinity’s horrible state, the only thing that would make the blood stop flowing to let the healing start was running out of blood to flow.  When her vision began to blot, she knew she wasn’t going to last much longer.  She had to stop struggling and screaming to conserve energy.  It was so painful, but as she calmed herself she could feel Sygrin with her.  All Trinity could feel was that he was struggling to break out of something now, and he wanted to save her.<br/>She stopped crying and moving, took a deep breath and let herself fall limp against the bladed chains that held her body up by the waste, arms and neck.  The movement made every razor adjust and grind deeper into the cuts that now wrapped around her.  Pain Maker stopped rustling with his equipment and froze.  He had only gone this far a few times, but when he did, he became silent and watched with a serious expression.  Trinity always thought he did this because he liked the suspense of watching her body literally hang between life and death, liked watching her fight for her life.  But now she knew that he was afraid.  They didn’t want her to die the whole time.  Or else they would have killed her by now for failing to do her job with Sygrin.<br/>Once the flow from her amputation steadied, the stub left behind on her back began to seal itself and hurt much less.  However she could do nothing about the blades that tied her up.  Droplets of blood oozed from every piercing, she could feel them trickle down her neck, her stomach, her legs and then her feet where it slowly dripped from her hanging toes into a puddle like the ticking of a clock.  She tried to ignore the pain by counting the sound of the drips.  It was now her only distraction as her body literally hung between life and death.  Five drops, six drops… Trinity had experience with blood loss, fighting that need to sleep was the key to survival.  She knew that f she fell asleep now, she wouldn’t wake up again.  She also knew how to count from the numbered cells of the prison.  Seven drops… eight… she was getting more and more sleepy.  Nine… Her eyes slowly closed and her mind began to drift away when she felt a sudden warmth.  Was this death?  It felt so good, so powerful but it was also full of anguish and rage that flooded her mind and woke her up.  This was not death, it was him. Sygrin was coming for her, she couldn’t die yet.<br/>Trinity kept her eyes closed and tried not to move as she let Sygrins strange heat flow through her in waves, where did he get this raw energy?  She concentrated on listening to the sound of an explosion, wolves howling, alarms, Pain Maker whimpering and leaving the room.  These sounds all drowned out the sound of her dripping blood, but she could still hear the  shuffling of paws and fur in the room.  Trinity didn’t have to see her new guards to know they were Mindless Wolvians.  They made the best guards for a succubus, no chances of controlling their minds or seducing them.  When Trinity had tried in the past, their minds were always blank to her, empty space where thoughts and images should be.  She usually felt more alone near mindless than in isolation, but now she had Sygrin.<br/>She felt Sygrins presence in her now as easily as she had heard his song from her cell just a few hours ago.  With every step he took closer to her, she felt a stronger wave of heat blast throughout her whole body, slowly melting her fear, her drowsiness.  It was enough determination for her to attempt to strain enough against the blades to lift her head and when she did, she could even ignore the pain of blades digging deeper into her neck.  Now she could make out enough through the blurred vision to tell that it was only two mindless Wolvians that had entered to guard her, and that there was something swaying near her…<br/>She blinked away the blood in her eyes and looked again, then her eyes widened with wild sudden fright.  It was her wing!  Hanging on a hook by its tip and quickly deteriorating without a connection to her, it didn’t have the healing factor.  Trinity never used her wings to fly, but they had hugged her when no one else would, they were her only clothing, her only solace, cut off.  And now she watched it decay and fade away before her as fast as her body healed the stub it left behind on her back.  This loss should have broken her, would have been enough for her to give up on trying to help other prisoners feel at peace, would have been enough to make her finally want to die instead.  But with Sygrins great warmth inside her, she could not even find more tears to shed.<br/>As the wings webbing was nearly all gone, and its scales began to crack, the mysterious sound of a girls voice startled Trinity.  She almost thought she imagined it, but then it happened again!  The mindless one had a thought!  And then before Trinity could convince herself it was just her imagination, the mindless even spoke this thought, the name of Trinity’s Wolvian, Sygrin.  This was unprecedented and it confused Trinity, even more so when the other mindless began to say the same name yet without thinking about it.  Finally, loud bangs at the door made the female Wolvian turn to Trinity and she could see the face of this mindless that had a thought.  The dark brown eyes were familiar, especially when full of fear and confusion.  This way, they looked just like its father’s eyes when she had made him her victim so long ago.  There was no mistaking the fur pattern, the facial structure, the ears shape,  this was no ordinary mindless, this was one of Trinity's children.  She wanted to stare longingly at her daughter, to apologize for bringing  her into such an awful world of slavery and torture, to admire how big and strong she had gotten like her father, but there was no time.  She could feel the worry in her daughter’s mind, a fading echo of the thought of Sygrins name was replaced with the mindless need for an order.  Trinity struggled to breath in to speak but with the bladed whip wrapped around and almost fully embedded in her neck, it was impossible.  Just trying to breath now made it even worse, more painful, more blood trickled down her neck.  And her vision was beginning to blot again, the bloodloss was taking its toll.  But trinity knew Sygrin was right behind the door now, trying to get in.  She didn’t want her daughter to be scared anymore, ever again.   Trinity had to live, so she did the only thing she could, use her powers.  She let her eyes cloths and her body fall limp again to channel all her remaining energy into her mind control instead.  It was just enough to project an order into her daughter's mind, ‘Untie Me’.</span>