A score of Soldier Spankers just passed down the corridor he concealed himself in with at least two Mistress Sergeant Spankers leading the way, a capt...red man in tow, he surmised. 'That was close'. He thought, his ears straining to capture the slightest of sounds over the pounding noise of pulsating blood circulating within his head. He could see nothing in the black ink darkness of his temporary refuge. His stomach growled in protest of the limited amount of food he had managed to steal and. A long black tide that sweeps away everything before it, erasing thoughts, burning, numbing and even drowning him as it rips deeper and deeper into his body, his soul. There are mounted mirrors in the cell, mirrors everywhere so that he could see what they did to him, holding him down as they told him what they were going to do to him and worse, what they were going to make him do. Slowly they peeled away his clothes, his defenses, his last shreds of self, their eyes cold yet burning with all. If the revealing of our existence does not go well, which is the most probable outcome, all of the supernaturals as well as any human willing to accept us may make a new start," he told her. She studied him and thought of his promises. Her people were growing cramped in their current residence and they didn't like living in these small roughhewn tunnels. She wanted to accept his offer to trust him but his promises seemed too good to be true not to mention that he could later betray her people.. It was then that I noticed that there was a bit of light coming through a small hole. The hole had been made by a screw that should have fixed the cabinet to the wall, but the screw was missing. I looked through the hole and it gave me a view of a neighbouring room. I checked out the room and it was a bedroom that was now being used for storing items in (to be honest it was a mess). However against the wall between the room and the bathroom a space had been cleared and on the wall there a small.