<strong>Mordecai ~ Walking Emma to her new home</strong><br/><br/>The swishing of chain behind him. Paced. Tinkling. The Maiden in the Iron Mask came forth at the end of his leash. She came in despair and hate flushed with humiliation as he walked her in broad daylight past several buildings. Past the kennels now empty. The dogs out on patrols. He walked her past the stables with the different arrangement of saddles she would learn about at the proper time of his own choosing. Past the servants who looked. Watched. Saw and went back to their duties.<br/><br/>She did not know it but the servants too had once been in his chains. Chains that held her physically until the invisible chains that held the others also held her. He would bring her into his world. Depraved. Dark. Merciless. With no escape.<br/><br/>Mordecai pressed his thumb on the lock that opened the door to the Hen House.  It was there he brought her into. The door closed and locked behind them. Ahead the wide hallway T.<br/><br/>A woman's voice cried out. Mordecai turned in that direction. The direction of the interview, and torture room.  Across the wide hallway was the home of his new acquisition. His property. Her new home was Isolation room #4 at the end of the hallway.<br/><br/>Mordecai palmed the lock before grabbing the handle and turning. He liked the way the isolation latch turned. The sound it made like the cog wheels on a safe or the hatch of a submarine. It had taken him months to perfect that sound.<br/><br/>Everything was for heightened effect. Everything prepared specifically for her. He demanded that she be broken but not destroyed.<br/><br/>He wanted her terrified every day for the rest of her life but not all day. Only parts of it. Randomly. Other parts of the day he wanted her ecstatic. Laughing happily. Feeling loved and cared for because it made the terror so much richer. So much more intimate. So much more unnerving.<br/><br/>It began here in this 4 by 6 chamber. Where only certain sounds seeped in at certain times. Where only he watched her every move. Where light could not leak in. Where the temperature never changed. Where the sound of the hideous chamber opening was terrifyingly welcome because it meant human contact of the worst kind.<br/><br/>The only contact she would be allowed for now. Until she responded to training. His training. His use.<br/><br/>It was number 4 that he brought her. The door stood open as he stepped inside leading her after him. He gave the five foot chain a tug to draw her in. The door would remain open until he left. His hand would close it just as his hand would open it.<br/><br/>Mordecai would feed and care for her. And for her time would stand still between those times. He turned to bring her further into the cell. It was time to secure her leash to the ring on the floor and strip her.  Everything as he promised. Everything to the last detail.<br/><br/><br/>