<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-f-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/581669_594857337206153_1475950306_n.jpg)</div><br/>Name: Hedger Eigrit<br/>Location: Holding cells.<br/>Tagged: Tavia , Jol'andra , Sheng<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A cell always meant  grand treatment. Hence the beautiful blond with the harsh tone. Hedger wasn't going to argue the aspects of his ' survival '. He was trying to understand what was going on first. Where he was , and why is there a woman with a whip and him in a cell. A festival? A chance out of his bounds. And the sounds of whimpers in the background of this dark dungeon. His eyes looked up to her. She may do as she please. This is what she , or whoever sent her wanted it to be. Knowing things will be completely different if he was free to move himself.<br/><br/>However , another woman walked in. And from the look of it she had captured someone. Is it some sort of Alpha-female community? Men were captured and enslaved. He still remember the one who knocked him out. And when Red head , in his stringking figure asked if he was claimed. He's going to be claimed? Enslaved? What the hell did he get himself into. Hedger spoke calmly as he sat still. Unphased by his helpless situation. " Do I get to ask what is going on here? "