As the events took place, in his mind he was planning to fuck Mui over. Sure simple places touches would make him freak but hurting him before his daughter?! How dare he?! This would get solved. Growling he yelled at the mouse boy, dare he not know that Mui understood, telling him many evil and perverse things about vulgarity. Satisfied that the mouse knew he was mad she dropped the knife on the table and grabbed a syringe - jamming it into his subject's arm. It was an irritant. As to how Mui reacted he could care less. Chuckling he pulled on Mui, dragging him by his arm to a table and set him on it. As well as strapped his upper half to the table before removing the only thing that kept Mui's lower half covered, the baggy pants. He put a thick strap over Mui's private area to cover it and stroked the boy's cheek, "Not even that retard male could stop this." Turning he went to go grab a scalpel. This would be fun. Bloody fun.<br/><br/><br/>Niyana sat in her room and looked at all the boxes. She was still unpacking. It took her mother six years to finish the house. The girl's mother was a stage artist, did everything from the lighting to stage props. She worked in four theaters and at times Niyana got to do rolls in the plays or musicals. Mainly Marcus though, he acted too. So yeah she didn't school except at home and worked with her mom. Going to a box she pulled out some reading books and sketchbooks before putting them on her book shelf. Moving things she began to unpack. Her bed was a futon and she had a bowl chair in the corner by her art desk that she had burned images onto. All ranging from simple designs to the hard core picture of a battle on the table top. It was her favorite pass time. Burning wood to have images on them. As she did her room she thought of the mouse boy. She was going to save him. As to how... She'd know soon.