And then Mordecai and Helen were alone as the big screen played out the drama in the Hen's House. Frank had Jonesy's bitch scurrying to the far corner on the end of her chain with just his voice. Son of a Bitch that was simply beautiful.<br/><br/>Frank's bitch not only heavily into pain but protective. That was very useful to know upfront. There was lots of placed to go with a bitch like that.<br/><br/>Then there was Maddy. Holding out to the very end. What a fucking martyr!  That is what rubbed the fur wrong, Mordecai thought.  Pretending to be something she's not.<br/><br/>It would be the team convincing her to be afraid. Very fucking afraid. So afraid she'd pee herself when someone came down that row of cages whether they were coming for her or not.  That was tonight with the branding and rape. Nothing like a good ole three man bang to set up some fear and humiliation.<br/><br/>After that tomorrow Mordecai would check with the Rev. It would be time while Maddy's head was twisted way the hell around that Mordecai have a little chat with her back in the interrogation room.  By then that dragged walk should be terrifying as shit. A movement broke his attention from his thoughts.<br/><br/>Mordecai caught a motion from the corner of his eyes. His hand came back and his arm snapped out. He could see it was going to catch Helen on the cheek.<br/><br/>Tag! Helen now had Mordecai's full attention. Most people don't even want half of it. Now, he was going to ensure Helen knew she had awakened his undivided attention.<br/><br/>