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Sabrial finally took the seat she had been offered upon arrival as the older wolf spoke. Pierce... Sweet, helpfull Pierce was being trapped by his own plans. A low growl slipped free as she realized that no matter what she did she would end up doing as her captor wished. Then it hit her. The tyrant wasn't quite as all knowing as he thought. He believed that breaking and entering were the worst of her crimes. She smirked at the wary wolf and sat back in her chair.

"It seems I have no choice but to listen doesn't it? What could you possibly offer me that would convince me to go along willingly with whatever you have planned?" She kept her eyes focussed on his and ignored the pistol that she knew would end her life faster than the daggers she normally prefered.

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When he saw the pantheress sit, the wolf's ears pricked. At her growl, he smiled. That growl of frustration meant he had broken her to his will. Excellent. Jean laid the pistol on the table, business end toward her, and kept his left paw on it, just in case. These criminals, for all his ability to predict their movements, were rather unpredictable, after all.

"What could I offer you?" he asked with an air of superiority. "Simple--freedom." After a moment's pause to let the word sink in, Jean continued. "And that's more than even I am allowed to have, for I am a prisoner of this wretched hall as much as you, but at least I get paid for my sentence," he remarked with an agitated flick of the ear. And in a way, once you thought about it, he was. He was bound in Le Rocher by the shackles of duty, just like his employees.

"Here is how it will work. I have here," he said, pulling a key out of a drawer in the desk and holding it up in front of the cat's eyes, "a key, of course. Now, down the hall is a room with a black door. You shall go through that door and enter the room, holding this key. Inside, you will have to locate a box. Within said box will be a keyhole. Turn the key, and a door leading to the outside will open. Go through it, and you will be free, and I will have the space your body occupies vacant. It is as simple as that."

The wolf smiled smugly. "Don't worry your ebon head about the logistics. The prison record will show that you died of disease--not difficult to believe, in this place. Though I might suggest changing your name and your habits afterward, or at least your location. Admitting a dead prisoner for a repeat offense does show poorly on my record, and of course, I would have to punish you most painfully for having escaped in the first place." Blackheart John snarled, underlining that last fact. "You would be surprised how much of one's body can be removed without dying."

He then waved a paw toward her, indicating it was her turn to speak. "But anyway, go ahead and ask--they all do," he offered in a bored tone.
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Sabrial watched the gun closely until the key was dangled before her. Her ears pricked forward at the mention of freedom and her mind began evaluating the offer even as she reached for the key. She remembered what Pierce had explained about the black door that so many furs had gone through, but the lure of freedom was enough to bring her back to her feet.

"Lets go see the black door of doom then. I would like to leave sooner rather than later." She took the key and headed toward the door pausing when she reached it and looking back. "What? No farewell committee? Well I cant say Im surprised." She opened the door and stepped into the hall. It surprised her to find that the wolf's office had actually been warm in comparrison with the bare floors she now stood on. Her bare feet made no sound as she trotted toward the black door. With one last thought about the warning Pierce had given, and the cruelty they were showing him, she stepped through.

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Jean de Couernoir was stunned. He had been expecting her to say, Yeah, what's the catch? That was what the smart prisoners did. It was usually the dumber ones who took the offer of unconditional freedom at face value. Regaining his composure, the old wolf snorted. Maybe she was stupider than he had thought, but it was all the same; he had what he wanted. He stood and escorted the smarmy panther down the hall with an ever-present sneer.

Now, call the writer superstitious, but as they approached the mysterious door, an eerie, haunted feeling began to grow, the kind that started at the back of the neck. The fur there began to rise. Then the feeling spread to the tail. On a canine, it might tuck, hiding from the negative aura coming from the door. Jean, however, appeared calm, almost smug. "No, I am afraid the staff does not partake much in ceremony. They would do well to not have any part of aiding in a prisoner's escape. The less they know, the less they have to remember at trial."

Upon reaching the Stygian portal, Jean produced a second key from inside his shirt and unlocked it. The door, constructed of soft, sound-dampening wood six inches thick, swung inward, revealing...nothing. Inside was complete and utter darkness, allowing only a few feet of stone floor to be visible. As the final part of the ceremony, a show of no-turning-back, Jean shoved Sabrial through without warning, then slammed the door shut behind her. The door latched again, then came the click of the lock.

Inside was blackness. Now, dear reader, you are probably thinking that Sabrial, being all of an assassin, a sneak-thief, and a panther, would have no trouble at all in darkness. Cats can see there, of course. But this darkness was the kind so thick you could feel it, breathe it in and out. No torches, no windows, no candles, not even the keyhole let light in (for the door had been constructed in such fashion that its lock was only accessible from the outside, with a flat panel of wood on the other side). As such, even a bushbaby would be unable to see the end of its own nose. Good luck finding that keyhole, Sabrial.

Other senses, however...that was a different story. There was no echo as one might expect in a stone room, for the walls were padded with the same soft wood to nullify any sound. Scratches and gashes marred the surface. The floor was cold; long, round, oddly-shaped objects littered it and clattered as they were kicked about--watch your step, Sabrial. But these senses paled in comparison to smell. The smell, O! the smell of the room! It hung thick as mist, choking. It was the stench of decay interminable, so powerful it could be tasted.

For a few immeasureable moments, there was silence. Nothing moved. Then, from across the room, there was a scratching sound, as if a giant rat were scurrying about. The sound went up the wall, then across the ceiling. Then it froze. The sound, or rather, the producer thereof, was observing Sabrial.
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Sabrial hissed in displeasure at the rough shove and stumbled slightly as she entered the room. Her ears were perked and rotating this way and that in an attempt to locate the door that she had been given a key to. On instinct she twisted toward the sound of movement as the scurrying bagan and then froze when it ceased above her. She was careful to keep her claws retracted and her hands out as she did her best to sort through the pungent aroma of the room.

Life on the streets had tought the young female how dangerous these situations could be but everything in her was saying that whomever she shared this space with was not a threat... Not yet at least. At last she opened her mouth and addressed her silent observer. "Hello. My name is Sabrial. Who are you? And what are you if you don't mind me asking. Has the warden given you a key as well?" She moved slowly around the edge of the room one paw on the wall the other out by her side as she tried not to stumble over what she was coming to believe were bones. A slight sound brought her to a sudden stop as she waited for more.

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Through the thick stench of decay, a new scent had reached Le Rocher's most mysterious resident. No inmate records contained his name, and the guards themselves had only a childish fear awareness of him, as they did when the bogeyfrog had haunted their closets.

But this creature was no phantasm, no imaginary horror of the dark, and Sabrial's mother could not come in and chase him away. Soon as he got a whiff of Sabrial, the creature's mind was jolted into running again.

He breathed slowly, heavily, listening to her words. This one spoke nice. But no. The creature's hackles raised. She would scream. They all did. A flashback came to mind, voices repeating as they had done for years, the same memory.

* * *

In the dark, a rabbit--petty theft--was tied to a chair, screaming, terrified. A world-weary voice spoke calmly, but with an edge of suspense.

"The sound, wretch. It hurts your ears, doesn't it?"

A young voice, maybe ten, whimpered, holding his ears. "Yes, Master! Make it stop, please!"

"I can't, wretch.
You have to make it stop."

"HOW, Master? How Wretch make it stop?"

"Open your mouth, wretch. Bite down right here, as hard as you can." Some hesitation. Still, the screams continued. "DO IT! *Ahem* do it now, wretch, or I shall be very cross with you."

"Y-yes, Master. Wretch do. Master not cross. Wretch do! See?" A crunch. The screams muffled and died. It had been the first time he had felt the hot, nourishing liquid splash onto his face. The warmth had been so comforting.

"Very good, wretch. I shall no longer be able to come to you so often, nor feed you. But I shall try to bring you food like this whenever I can. Now I must leave you. Eat as much as you are able. But remember, the food will not be tied to a chair like this. You must stop the screaming all by yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."


* * *

That was the end of that flashback. So many times it had happened before, reminding him what he must do to quiet the pangs in his stomach. Each time, it had felt like an eternity, but then, right when the spark of hope had all but gone out, Master had rewarded his faithfulness with life-sustaining nourishment. How he longed for the the warm life-water to embrace his face again, to remind him Master still loved him and cared for him. Yes.

Her kind, he had smelled before. They were stringy and tough, but his stomach would not be denied. He was starving. The scent of her caused him to salivate. But he knew from Master that all his food screamed, and that was how he knew it was food. Master never screamed, so he knew Master was not food. Besides, he knew his Master's voice.

But this one. She talked so politely. But he knew he could not trust her. No. She, of course, would scream. Oh how he wished she would not. He did not want to feel the pain that sound caused him. But no, they all did. He could not handle the suspense. He had to get it over with, to make it happen. It was time to test this one.

In reply to Sabrial's questions, there came a beastly growl. Well, not quite a growl. More like a screech, as if a dog had tried to bark in bat language. It was a ferocious, unearthly noise. Following it, a bead of drool dropped from his jaws, down to her. Wretch leapt to the floor, snarling in front of her. Hot breath blew in her face as Wretch pushed himself upward to meet her head to head. He snapped, snarling and screeching. Now she would gasp, cry out. And then he would know it was time to eat.
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Sabrial wrinkled her nose when the drool dripped down her shoulder but the thought of her now ruined outfit was quickly driven from her mind by the creatures screaching. She covered her ears and snarled back at whatever was in her face. Her day had gone from bad, killing a mere child, to worse, being locked up, and she was not going to put up with any more nonsense. She shoved the mouth away from ger face and growled.

"Stop that right now. I have done nothing to deserve such an awful noise. If you're hungry then here," she pulled out a hunk of turkey and a chunk of stale bread, "have this, but making all that noise is doing nothing but irritate me." She stepped past him and continued to run her paw along the wall as she listened for the sound of chewing or pursuit from behind. "You know... I cant feed you anything else unless we get out of here. Where is the stupid door he mentioned?"

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The invisible creature--so called because it was too dark to see the end of one's own muzzle, much less him--jumped back at the retort. He was confused. No bloodcurdling, earsplitting cry? Not even a gasp or a yelp? This, therefore, was not food at all. Why not?

Then something was thrust into his face, with the word 'food' attatched to it. No, that could not be right. He knew what food was, and this...well, it was worth a sniff at least. And that sniff unlocked memories. Back before all was darkness, before Master had begun feeding him only once in what seemed like an eternity, he had tasted and smelled something similar. But the memories of over a decade ago were hazy. No, he could not eat this foreign entity.

Frustration wracked the creature's brain. "Why...? Why Master not bring food? Master angry? Master punish Wretch? What Wretch do-o?" A screeching whimper filled the room as he bowed to the floor, covering his head with his hands.

But there was scarcely time for more than one sob, for the...whatever manner of tormentor this was had mentioned something that brought his ears swiftly against his head and sent his tail hiding between his legs. He squeaked and yelped at the same time, then practically flew past her to the door, crouching and wrapping his arms around a pedestal next to it. Atop the pedestal was something like a box, a small chest hewn into the rock, the lid of which he held tightly shut.

"NNN-NO! No door! No open! Hurt! Please, no open! EEEYAAWRROO-OORK!" Regardless of what that last plaintive exclamation meant, the creature's panic could be sensed by the heavy, panting way in which his breath came. He was hyperventilating with fear.
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Sabrial winced at the volume of the scream and slowly made her way toward it's source. "Alright relax. i guess I can stay for a few extra minutes but I need an explination. First off who and what are you? Second, why didn't you eat? And last but not least, how does a door cause pain?" She slowly extended a paw and found his muzzles in the dark before tracing it up to the top of his head. This discovery made she sat with her back against the pedastel.

She listened carefully and fingered the edge of her skirt as she waited for a response. The dark was actually relatively nice, soothing in a sense, aftwr all of the chaos she had suffered since that morning. The feel of bones under her was a bit disturbing but she shrugged it away and simply thanked anyone listening that she hadn't been the cause of these particular deaths.

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Wretch whimpered, half expecting her to strike him for resisting her...stimulus-response conditioning. Instead, he was surprised with a gentle touch to the muzzle. He flinched away from the touch at first, but somehow, it felt nice, relaxing almost. He quietly allowed her paws to explore his face.

What Sabrial would have felt was a gaunt face--a long one, somewhat canine. However, toward the end, two massive lower canines stuck up above the muzzle like tusks on either side. These were matched by a pair of upper canines that superseded the lower jaw, like fangs. The fur was dirty, but soft and silky smooth, untouched by the damaging rays of the sun. A bump halfway down the muzzle's length interrupted the otherwise canine features. Was this...wretch deformed?

The creature, however, figured he better remember his manners and answer the soft touch's questions. "Who? Master call...W-wretch," came the first answer. "Not...not eat because..." Oh drat. What was she called? Had she not mentioned a name before? A 'my name is' somewhere? Right! "be-because S-sssa-brrri-al not food."

Now the third question. "Door..." He trailed off, falling into another flashback.

* * *
"MASTER! MASTERRRR!" a young Wretch howled, pressing his eyes into his arm.

A familiar, rhythmic clacking of boots on stone came up to him. "You opened the little box when I told you not to, didn't you, wretch?" the same calm, soothing voice asked; not angry, not disappointed even.

"N-nnno!" Wretch protested.

"Yes, you did. I warned you. Now you are blind, wretch. Your eyes have been damaged forever."

"N--NNNOOOOO! RYEEEEEK!? NO blind!"

"Be still, wretch; I will do my best to heal you, but your disobedience may have had consequences that cannot be repaired." As Wretch sobbed, a gray-furred paw pulled his arm away and gently rubbed the creature's eyes. "Let me heal you. I will make the bright spots go away, so that you are no longer blind."

"Yes! Master fix! Master, PLEASE! Wretch never,
never open box!" Thankfully, Master had been powerful enough to heal him. Wretch was most grateful for his wonderful Master.

"I know you will not."


* * *

"Wretch never, never open box..." he repeated aloud, back in the present. "Box...make bright. Bright hurt Wretch. Not want blind!" he whimpered, cowering before Sabrial, pleading for her to have mercy on him. "No open box. Please."

For what Wretch did not understand was that, in order to keep the clever creature from using the prisoners' key and escaping himself, "Master" had installed a booby trap on the lid of the box. Opening the box would trigger a magnesium flash. Once the eyes were accustomed to the pitch blackness, such a bright burst of light would be downright painful to the victim. All Wretch's master had to do was install it, then wait by the door until curiosity got the better of the poor creature. Then when the inevitable happened, he would prove himself the great physician and secure the creature's loyalty.
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Sabrial tilted her head slightly as she listened to Wretch explain the box. Her tail flicked slightly at the thought of the other victims who had obviously become food, and whose bones she was now sitting on. She stood quickly as the rest of his explination slowly registered and a feral grin slowly lit up her face. She had seen magnesium used before in a less talented thieves scheme. She knew the devastating effect it could have on one's eyes when they had been in darkness lomg enough.

irst, however, she still needed one more answer. "Wretch? What makes me different? There are others here who were food. Why am I not food?" Her curiosity would one day lead her into serious trouble but she couldnt help wondering what had saved her from being his next meal. Her paws fell to the lid of the box as she waited for an answer and she absently stroked the paw she found resting there. She carefully slid her paws beneath his and gently grasped the edge of the lid. She would wait for his explination before she had him cover his eyes so she could get the key.

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The paw she felt was hardly a paw at all, upon feeling it. Grotesquely long, spindly fingers stretched out over a foot each, netted together by webbing not unlike a bat's wing, and ending in talons up to four inches long. The first knuckles were heavily calloused and rough, but the paws and the elongated arms they connected to were covered in sparse, yet remarkably soft fur. The skin there felt silky smooth and covered in gossamer bristles, titillating to the touch.

Wretch melted under the touch, his quivering body relaxing. He barely remembered such physical contact. It was nice. Though something was not quite right. Wretch felt the cat's furry paw slide down toward the box's lid. He wanted to warn her again, but "Wretch! Answer me when I ask you a question!" his master had told him once. Yes, Master. Still, he slid his own paw over the edge of the box, pushing hers out of the way and enveloping the entire lid, along with half the pedestal. The webbing between his fingers blocked further attempts at subtlety.

"Dif-fer-rrrent. How? When Master give Wretch food, food make...make sound. Food make AAAAAAAH!" he replicated a bloodcurdling scream with a little more accuracy than necessary. "Food make that. Reyuuurk, hurt Wretch ears! Master tell Wretch how Wretch make food stop hurt. Wretch do. Wretch eat. But Ssssa-bri-al not make sound. Not make, not food! Ssssa-bri-al not food. Master not make. Master not food. Ssssa-bri-al like Master!" A swish-swish came from behind the creature as his brush of a tail swept the stone floor. Welcome to Wretch's powers of deduction.

Wretch then had a thought spring up. No, it didn't hurt. If A = B and B = C, then "Ssssa-bri-al...new Master?"
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Sabrial winced at the high pitch of the scream and covered her ears till it ended. She reached out again and continued to stroke the strange paws as she listened to the explination slowly begining to make connections about the nature of 'Wretch'. His own connection startled her and she froze as she considered what response to give to such a dependent creature. Finally she decided that honest truth was probably best.

"No. Im not a new master. I just dont particulary fear the things that creep in the dark. It has always been the daytime that frightened me more actually. As for your current master. Im sorry but he's filth. He lies, murders, and keeps you prisoner. He is a vile man and I sincerly hope that you hate this life that he has forced you into to help me leave and come with me." Her heart was racing slightly by the end of her speech and she had somehow ended up with her paws laying on top of his again as she spoke. She waited for his reply in silence fueld by trepidation.

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Wretch nodded along at her explanation, his heart sinking a little. He liked this master. But then she started saying blasphemous things. The air whooshed faintly as his foot-long ears flopped back. "N-nno! Shhh! Ssssabrial not say bad about Master! Sssabrial must not!" He began to pant slightly. "Master save Wretch. Wretch die without. Master feed, Master heal, Master prro-tect." Mayhap a change of subject was in order; get her to not talk about how she hated his Master, for whatever reason.

"Light...scare Wretch too. Master say Wretch not surrr-vive light. Master right. Wretch angry, want out. Master open door, throw Wretch in light. Eeewooor...Light hurt Wretch! Brrright! Bright like box. Wretch want back, Master take Wretch back in dark. Take quick, before Wretch blind. Dark nice." Although any fur who stepped out of a dimly lit shop into the mid-day sunshine would understand exactly what Wretch described, the Warden had instilled in his creature a false notion that light was an allergen, and fatal to him.

"You want to go outside?! FINE! Here, SEE what lies for you out there!"

"EEEERRRK! No! Hurt! Master, huuurrrt! Wretch sorry!" The new, painful sensation paralyzed him.

"Nono! You wanted outside, and now you are!" Painful seconds pass, until Wretch is a whimpering ball of fear. "You have had your punishment." The warden dragged his grateful, fearful pet back into the cold, dark comfort.

"Now do you understand, wretch? You understand why I have to keep you here; it is to protect you from harm. Even if there was no light, the furs you hear through the other door, they would fear you, and want to hurt you. They would kill you, wretch, for fear. This is the only place you are safe from the world, safe under my protection."

"Yes, Master. Wretch not leave." End scene.


"Wretch not trust Master," he finally confessed, at a whisper. "But furs outside. Furs fear Wretch. Furs kill. Master say. Wretch not go out. Not! No light; nnnno furs!" Wretch pulled free from the panther's paw and scrabbled away. From about twenty feet away came a fwump of a body hitting a pile of clothes and burying itself underneath. From it came a muffled "No!" ending in a pitiful whine.
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Sabrial listened to Wretch's story silently until he pulled away. A sharp hiss escaped at the thought of what must have been done to the boy for him to be so afraid and dependent upon the warden. "Wretch... No. That's an awful name. May I call you Solas? I need to get out of here. I cant live off of screaming furs forever. They are people too." She cautiously approached his bed, feet snapping bones along the way, and crouched down.

"How about a deal? If you will help me to leave I will protect you once we leave. I can help you find food that doesnt hurt your ears, shelter from other furs, and I can stop the light from hurting your eyes." She extended her paw and lightly touched the 'bed'. "What do you say Solas? Do you want a new life?"

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