Bryce made his way to the center of their prison, passing a few of the other men as he examined the surroundings of the room. The architecture of the room was rather ancient in style. It was as if he stepped into a page of an art textbook he had to study back in college. Gosh, it brought back such painful memories of failed exams, boring teachers, and skipped classes, and the greek-inspired columns were not helping matters.<br/><br/>Nostrils flared as Bryce sniffed the air in the room. Despite all of the maleness in the area, the lycan was able to distinguish the each person's individual scent. A few humans, a faerie, a demon, and an angel. One might have been thrown off by the supernatural beings that kept his company, yet he was used to the existence of such creatures, having had his fair share of experiences over the past 3 years.<br/><br/>Still, there was something else Bryce's nose had picked up. Females, multiple from what he could tell. They were around, concealed within the shadows of the hall. Bryce figured that they got some twisted type of pleasure in watching the confusion of the captives. A thought that soon had confirmation as a chilling, yet sultry, laugh echoed through the room followed by the word, 'soon'. The sound hit his ears, and almost immediately, Bryce knew which direction to turn to. Fighting off the sensation of soft lips, moist tongues, and sharp teeth against his skin causing a stir in his loins underneathe what remained of his clothes, his head tilted upward, appearing to the others to have just been staring at a shadow cast by a column, but his brow narrowed as brown lycan orbs made out the familiar crimson within the darkness. It was sooner than later, but, at last, he had located his captor.<br/><br/>However, before Bryce had a chance to address his abductor, a new scent caught his nose. Again, female, but her smell was different that the others. Sweeter, stronger, and, on top of the way she carried herself, it was easy for him to assess that she was the one who lead the women. She would be the one to decide their fates, that is, unless he could figure out a way to change it. Although, those thoughts were for another time for he was bound by his chains, and hadn't regained enough stength to take his other form. The others wouldn't be of much help either considering the fact that they were in the same boat as himself.<br/><br/>The lycan's head turned at the mention of the angel. It was apparent from the woman's tone that she didn't point him out because they were friends. He expected as much. Angels and succubi weren't exactly best of friends to his knowledge. A low chuckle came from him, briefly proud at the occult knowledge he had obtained after just being introduced to it only three years prior.<br/><br/>As the woman went to each of men, Bryce's eyes followed as he contemplated his next action. Even when she was right in front of him, his gaze never broke. Part of his wanted to strangle her with the shackles that he and her followers had enslaved him with, but he knew the others were lurking in the shadows, waitig for a mistake to be made so they could fix it with the most torturous of methods. It was quite a surprised for Byce to have such thoughts in the first place. He was a man of great morals usually. A kind man who's heart desired nothing more than to help the people around him. Bryce missed the days of being a doctor, but it seemed the situation of being a prisoner had granted to beast within more say. Bryce shook his head to rid himself of his murderous thoughts, as just as it might have been, and took a deep breath. The night before he had killed two hunters, now he wanted to kill again? The man wasn't sure how much more his humanity would last against the curse that had been placed upon himself.<br/><br/>Finally, the woman moved on from Bryce, examining the rest. He couldn't help but examine them as well. They were all prisoners, to be brethren as slaves, at least those that survived the night. Eventually, there would be a time where they would need to formulate a plot of escape if they wanted to survive, so finding out who be the best to ally up with was key. In truth, the lycan didn't need to bother with them and could've attempted to save himself, but his human nature would've never allowed such a thing. He was always so righteous whenever he could be, as if he making up for sins of the past. His monster scoffed at such things, prefering to embrace the sins rather than fight against their primal urges. Had he not been a slave, this... Hell would have been the ideal setting for his true nature.<br/><br/>Bryce heard her orders to her subordinates, and knew that he missed his window. His escape would have to wait for another time. The plan would need to be tactful, unpredictable. Not spur of the moment. That's how prisoners wound up dead. In fact, time was exactly what he needed. All Bryce could do was hope that he'd survive until the time itself was right. For now, he just remained calm, awaiting to be claimed by his captor. His eyes returned to the red demoness. Red, a color that he had been seeing too often as of late, and he expected to see more of it, the lycan inside demanding for a chance to get even. He knew she had been waiting as well. After all, she had went out of her own way to bring him there.