Bzzzz.....Bzzzzz.....Bzzzzzzz

Incestint buzzing around him as his vision slowly cleared, heat radiating through his body to the very core.  Chest rattled as he tried to draw in a breath, a sand papery feel in his mouth as blurred vision slowly came into view.  Where the hell was he?  He looked down at himself, feeling the ornate silken white and golden robes of a Senator against his naked flesh, slick with sweat, as the sun radiated down on his body.  Eyes of the palest silver gazed upwards at the shadow that loomed over him, seeing a mans nude body nailed upon wood, his electric blues, filled with such conviction and passion gazed down at him, causing him to feel worthless and guilty, yet wholely forgiven at one complicated time, hearing the words:  You are my child, I forgive you, breathed upon the air, a single tear drop of solace s lid down the weathered, yet golden cheek of Pointus.

Bzzzzz....Bzzzzzz...Bzzzzz

The flies were getting worse as the sun beat down on the dying body before him.  The sound growing louder as the flesh baked under the heat of his personal hell, or the devil laughing at the irony of the whole situation.  The buzzing grew louder as hundreds of flies hovered and flitted around him, covering his groin area, biting into the slick wet flesh.  His body jerked, arms unable to move to swat at the biting gnats, his temper rising as eyes snapped open further, the smell of burnt flesh and singed hairs filled his senses.

"Che cosa nella scopata? Dove sono? Che cosa lo pensate state facendo a me? Avete nessun indizio che sono!?"  Thick, ancient dialect of fluent Romani rolled off of the Primogen's tongue as realization hit him of the severity of his situation.  This was not a flash back, this was not a flock of flies eating at him. 

He pressed against the restraints, the chromed gaze glaring at the Kadra as she made her mark on him, then told him what he was going to do for her?  No, he might not have been in the best position at the moment, but he'd be damned if some lycan was going to have him play a game and be her whipping horse. 

He listened to her proposition, the fact she wanted someone dead.  Why couldn't her little nest just find her and deal with her snake style?  He all but rolled his eyes at the female voice on the other end of the line as he held the phone on the flat abs, feeeling the cool power of Shane tickling him just below the surface. 

Once she hung up the phone and he knew they were alone, he listened to her speech about how she wanted power, head tilting slightly with the mention of keeping his hands clean.  When she released him, the chains falling from his reddened skin where the chains had lain, it took everything he had not to yell in pain.  Swallowing it, he slowly moved from the chair, looking down at the mark on his flesh.  That would be removed soon enough.  He belonged to no one and the sooner she figured it out, the better.

Tino was going to have to feed and soon, his body could heal, but silver?  He would need help.  He'd be lucky to make it home at this rate, and he knew Sam must be going out of his rat's mind by now, his Master not having been home for who knows how long. 

Licking lips, not bothering to hide his fangs, he slowly stepped over to where Shane was standing, staring down at her.  He remained silent, intently looking into her eyes, calculating.  What, was the question.  Finally, lips parted as he spoke.  "It was unintentional."  The slap of his power to her beast, but she was smart enough to figure it out.  He didn't figure an explination was needed.

"How do I know in the end, that I can trust you?  You ask of who you can trust, bella morte, but can we trust you?  Killing someone doesn't prove trust, it proves one is capable of ending a life.  Isn't it more worth your time to capture and torture at your desire, having them beg you to end their life as you taste their blood on the air, taste their fear?"

A shrug of the bare shoulders as he finally looked around him.  "If you want help, bella, I need more information on that which you want."