<em>"Immediately.  The lower levels, by the volcanic vents.  No one will dare stray far from their cages so soon after the Cat Alarms have gone off, false or not.  Do not keep me waiting."</em><br/><br/>---<br/><br/>By the time Rae would get all the way to the bottom of the Pit, Flayer would already be seated at the edge of a pool.  This place wasn't the bathing area, where prisoners could occasionally manage to scrub away a week or two's worth of filth and stench in volcanic hot springs.  Those were a bit better hidden, much to the relief of the female inmates that wished to avoid being taken advantage of.  Not that many were foolish enough to bathe alone these days.  Especially not today, when all the male prisoners were sporting wood and on the lookout for a voluptuous target.  No, the pools here were nothing but chemicals, home to particularly stubborn forms of life with thick armor and faceless heads.  The Beast sat on the rim of one such pool with his legs crossed and hands folded in his lap, acting as though he were unaware that a good hard push would send him tumbling into the acidic murk behind him.<br/><br/><em>"So good of you to join me, Miss Rae.  I do hope your hand has stopped bleeding.  I cannot wait to see the scars; they should be absolutely breathtaking!"</em>he mused, leaning a few inches towards her.<em>"Of course, I did not simply call you here to check up on your health.  We have made a deal, and I wish to see it through to the end.  You say that there is someone here in the Slam that you wish to see mercilessly tortured to death.  So I have two questions to ask you.  Firstly:  Why?  And secondly:  Who?"</em><br/><br/><br/>