Wally released the stranger abruptly, allowing them to slump back against the cage bars. His gaze never left Lucian's face as he spoke, his tone cold and commanding. "Remember who owns you, pet. Don't forget it again." With that, he turned and stalked out of the room, leaving Lucian alone with their bewildered captors once more. The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with unspoken fears and desperate hopes for escape.

As the night wore on, Lucian drifted in and out of restless sleep while their fellow prisoners huddled together, whispering quietly amongst themselves. Wally prowled the halls above, ever-vigilant and always lurking just out of sight. Morning would bring new torments and terrors for all of them - an endless cycle of pain and suffering at the hands of a twisted master.