Flayer shook his head, swatting away her worries with a flick of his hand.<em>"Miss Jemma, if I truly intended to put you in a tomb then I assure you that the Slam has plenty of places better than a cell in Solitary Confinement.  My intentions are both pure and just.  Any guard that comes in here without my permission will have to answer to the Warden herself, and I assure you that <strong>her</strong> wrath is not something to be taken lightly.  You will be safe here."</em><br/><br/>Another wave and the lights in the room dimmed to a more comfortable level for sleeping, and the Beast's form became increasingly hard to discern in the darkness.<em>"I hope that is all.  I can sate your curiosity further later, if you desire to ask more of me, but for now I have my own duties to attend to.  Pleasant dreams."</em><br/><br/>Right before the woman's eyes her would-be guardian seemed to vanish, though his form appeared briefly outlined as the far door open and closed behind him.  Jemma was left alone to her thoughts and a silence that she likely hadn't been able to enjoy for many days now.  Perhaps now she could finally get some real rest, free of fear or worry.  Of course she would be unaware of the unread and encrypted message still lurking in Judis's private terminal, a message that would reveal certain facts about her identity that would be better left unknown.  For now the Enforcer would be kept busy, no doubt attempting to restrain the guards from forcing themselves on women that had not been warned of the impending shipment of drugs and liquor.  But what might happen later was anybody's guess...