The voice of captain Kage sounds over the ship intercom.   Ordering the captives be put back into their cages.<br/><br/>Almost immediately Daio feels the large hands of Walter's grab a hold of her.  Lifting her off the tub, while removing the noose around her neck.    Then hurriedly places her back into her cage.   As he locked her in.   He leer a promise that they would finish after wards.<br/><br/>Daio offers no reaction.  In either gesture or verbal response.<br/><br/>Walter soon is heard leaving the cage area.    For a minute Daio stands motionless.  Her stance with slightly splayed legs.  The only motion is the swaying probes attached to copper wiring.   That led to clamps that pinched a hold on her labia.   Tilting her head to look down to the swaying probes left on.  Her nipples still pinched by the nipple clamps.<br/><br/>All useful instruments left to her.    Her eyes flash,  for a inner battle is waged.   A battle that if lost.  Would unleash a by far more deadly efficient cold blooded killing machine.   One that did not feel,  is not weighed by the weight of emotions.  One that is a perfect weapon.   In which no cage would hold with such tools left.   An then to be left with such useful tool of a garrote.<br/><br/>The struggle is so very brief.  Yet it had carried such levity is over just as suddenly as it began.   The exotic beautiful creature that is, would simply sit.  As she moved into a seated cross legged position, on the floor of her cage.    The clamps are left untouched and in place.  Her breathing steadies,  as her eyes close.<br/><br/>Rest is taken, for the gratuity of pain and host of humiliation aboard this ship, is without end.