<em>"The only remnants of Jack are in scraps of flesh and sinew, and crumbling photographs.  I highly suggest not dredging up a past that is no longer relevant."</em>Flayer straightened up with an audibly creak, then tilted his head off to the side.<em>"I also suggest not staying in your cell tonight.  In her unfathomable wisdom the Warden has decided to give the Enforcers a bit of a raise and access to intoxicants.  After the little event with the new child they will be more than a little anxious to get their hands on any woman they can find.  Particularly the strong ones like you, that they have yet to take for their own.  Be on your guard.  This exchange is over."</em><br/><br/>With that he dipped into the shadows and disappeared amongst them.  Gone without a trace, and leaving Rae to her thoughts.  Elsewhere he would come across a far more surprising sight, which he quickly eluded and passed.  With a silence reserved for the grave he came up behind Jemma, leaned over, and wheezed heavily into her unsuspecting ear.<br/><br/><em>"Having difficulties, Miss Jemma?"</em>he queried, looming in such a way as to make all eight feet of him seem even larger than usual.<br/>