The phone rings, once, twice before she picks up, slightly distracted by her current surroundings.

"Kenzi, oh my god. Are you alright?" It is Bo, her voice concerned and more than a little stressed. Kenzi doesn't want to distract her not now.

"Yeah, just… uh... keeping it realsies with my peeps in Tent city." She tries to maintain a calm voice, Bo couldn't quite help in this situation.

"You're in the sewers?" Bo's voice sounded exasperated but also a tad relieved.

"Please, uh, please tell me you found Dyson." Kenzi notes that her voice goes up a tad, hopefully Bo won't notice it or if she does write it off as concern for their favorite Wolfman.

"Found, yes." Bo's sigh can be heard over the phone. "Rescued? We're still working on it. But, are you sure you are okay?"

Shit, Bo had picked up on things. "Totally. Yeah. I just had to evac the Dal. The Morrigan finally shifted into total psycho drive. And wow ... has she ever gotten chubs. Pizza's here, battery dying, love you, bye."

"Wait, Kenzi don't…" She turns off the phone as the Morrigan snaps her fingers and her lackey turns Kenzi around to face her captor. A nervous look passes over the young human's face and the Morrigan gives a slight sneer before finally speaking up. Shivers run down Kenzi's spine.

"Speaking of dying… We have business to attend to, no?" That predatory stare did nothing to stop the flood of images that rushed into Kenzi's mind. She took a deep breath as the Morrigan's mindless behemoth set her down only to loom behind her, between her and the only means of escaping the room.

Kenzi while flustered, cannot help but keep her snide remarks back. Even in the face of danger, she tended toward running her mouth at another's expense. She picks up her found and pretends to scroll through it. "Now let me check my very packed social calendar." The Morrigan cocks her head to the side, indulging the little human's last bluster. "Um… Nope! Not scheduled to take any more of your guff." Kenzi punctuates the last word with a foot slamming down and her left arm popping to her hip, her posture instantly transforming from scared human to her normally sassy self. She looks the Morrigan up and down, her gaze resting on her shoes. And in a manner that tells the Morrigan it almost pains the girl to acknowledge it, adds "No matter how.. chouette your shoes are."

The Morrigan beams, finding even this little victory pleasing. Her voice rings out in mocking sincerity, "Thanks." She gives a soft sigh, and gazes at them fondly, moving a foot so she can view them better. Her voice takes on the tone of one talking about a treasured pet, "I use them to crush rodents."

This comment was enough to stir the brazened fire in Kenzi's soul, that little bit of defiance that existed no matter the danger. She leans forward, being sure to make eye contact with the Morrigan. "And just so you know, I am not that afraid of death." The behemoth steps forward, and Kenzi retreats just a bit into meekness, while sizing him up. "Although open to other alternatives."

The Morrigan gives a slight snicker, her voice demeaning when she speaks again. "Oh your easy-to-snap human body? What challenge would that pose?" She tilts her head, examining Kenzi, her eyes getting soft in a cruel mockery of sympathy. "I've seen better constructed dorm room bookcases." She snaps her fingers and the behemoth manhandles Kenzi into a chair, forcing her to sit and more than likely causing several bruises, judging from the way her arms felts. The Morrigan stands and strides before the poor girl, all the while the behemoth towering behind Kenzi's chair, looming as a threat to any attempts of escape.

"I was thinking of someone with… genuine power." The Morrigan turns to face Kenzi again, her voice in mock affection. "Someone the Light hold dear to their hearts." Her eyes open in false innocence, looking almost like she cared. But not quite. Her hand briefly covers her own heart as she says the word.

Kenzi looks at her face, panic creeping into her voice. "Dyson? Lauren?!.." Her eyes grow round as she tries to think which of her friends was either suffering at the cruel Dark fae's mercy or worse dead.

The Morrigan gives a small tsch, and shakes her head. "No, swizzle spine." Her words were biting, insulting. But then her tone changes, into one of cruel cheer. "I meant Trick. Your beloved blood king… is dead." Again false sympathy colors her voice, and upon saying "dead" she gives a toothy smile. Kenzi cannot hold back the look of dread that crosses her features as she feels the pit of her stomach drop, suddenly she was glad to be sitting. She blinks back tears and tears her gaze from the Morrigan, lowering it in mourning for her friend. The Morrigan smirks, watching her verbal blow crush the human before her, the one who had seemed unflinching for so long.

Another snap and the behemoth produces ropes from somewhere on his person. Kenzi realizing that it was now or never tries to escape, but he is quick for someone of his size. He forces her to be seated once again, tying her arms and torso to the chair. All the while the Morrigan stands before her watching, chuckling to herself at each failed escape attempt. "You're quite the comedienne." She says, taking great amusement at her captive's futile attempts to defy what was coming.

Kenzi struggles, tired of this game. She decides to bring up why she was truly being held, biting her words as she utters each. "But not a terrorist." She struggles more, pulling at the ropes that bind her wrists to the chair. "Those should be extinct fae-elders MIGHT have bought your hysterical anti-human rhetoric but Bo won't."

The Morrigan nearly cuts her off with her response. "Bo's not here." She leans back, clasping her hands in front of herself, again falsely cheerful. "And Trick's dead." She rolls her eyes upward, thinking of others whose fates would probably break the Succubus' human faster. "And Dyson's probably a shag carpet by now." Her tone trails into boredom, tired of listing those who could possibly hurt the girl with their deaths. She looks expectantly at Kenzi, praying that she will supply the name that will be the final nail in her coffin.

And as luck would have it the girl does, giving a heavy sigh and replying hopefully. "Well Hale then. The motherflippin' Ash." Kenzi retorts in a hostile way, thinking she had the Morrigan cornered. Surely she didn't want another Light versus Dark war.

The Morrigan chuckles again, her voice turning serious and harsh for this reality check. "Hale's gone, sweetie. Pissed his leather panties while he begged for his life, left you, like the coward that he is."

Kenzi blinks back tears, her voice shaking. She was losing hope and losing it fast. "Is this your endgame?" Her voice grows increasingly bitter and full of hate. "Torture the human on… on what exactly?"

The Morrigan strides forward, confident that the human was broken, she stands tall, regal and as intimidating as she can muster. "I have some specific questions about the Sucuslut's lineage."

Kenzi looks at the Dark fae leader like she just mooed. In an almost insulted voice she asks, "You want to talk about Bo?"

The Morrigan keeps speaking, ignoring the insult in the little human's voice, what did it matter, she was just a human after all, only worth the information she could provide. She begins to list off all her failed attempts to get what she wanted, "Oh, I've tried bribery, the Mesmer." She gestures with her hands, indicating her many attempts, "A parasite." She lists the last one playfully.

"You could try not being such a bitch." Kenzi's hostile retort came swiftly, and without much thought other than her anger. The Morrigan, instead of responding quickly bent down to snatch something from a table beside her.

"It's like the French Revolution all over again, am I right?" The Morrigan again begins gesturing with her hand movements, this time showing off the object in her right hand, a taser. She begins examining it, being sure that it is on. A sound of static comes from the device, followed by the sharp hum of electricity as it shows that indeed it is working. "Hmmm… it's so gratifying finding the pleasure in the little things."

Kenzi leans away from the taser, certain that any moment it would be connecting with her body in some way. She gives a quick hopeful hint, trying to distract her captor. "Like watching Channing Tatum dancing, in 3D." She nervously supplies, trying to be chipper but coming off mainly as desperate. Her voice becomes a nervous whisper, "Why don't we start with that?"

The Morrigan turns the taser, pointing it at Kenzi and utters one word with finality. "Bo."

"What? Broke up with Lauren? Can now supersuck a crowd? Enjoys watching online cat videos?" Kenzi responds defiantly, she was realizing there was nothing she could say to please this woman. "You might as well just torture away hunny, 'cause I ain't telling you squat."

The Morrigan's eyes widen in excitement. "Bo can feed off multiple chi… at the same time?" Kenzi closes her eyes, realizing her mistake. She swallows slowly, regaining her composure.

When she looks up again, her eyes burn with hate. "I doubt even Bo could hoover deep enough to remove those crow's feet." This was the last straw, this tiny bit of defiance. The Morrigan brought the taser up toward Kenzi's face, and despite all her efforts to lean away from it, the poor human couldn't escape. However, when it came within an inch of the girl's skin, the electricity stopped.

The Morrigan pulled it back, irritated that her torture on this human that had plagued her for so long had stopped. "What the hell?! Is this thing on?" She reaches forward with it and turns it on the behemoth's right bicep, where it proceeds to give him quite the shock. "Owwww!" He hisses through the pain.

"Perhaps the Sanctuary is warded." So the behemoth did have a voice, Kenzi though. One surprisingly intelligent for someone she had interpreted as a goon.

The Morrigan looks around, surveying the room, even the upper corners of the ceiling. "Or the Blood King cast some heavy duty protection spells over his lair." Her irritation was growing, it seemed everything wanted to defy her today. "The Sanctuary must be warded!"

Both Kenzi and the behemoth roll their eyes, but it is the behemoth who speaks up in sarcasm. "You're so wise, Ma'am."

The Morrigan chooses to ignore his sarcasm, he would be punished for his disobedience later. "Anyway, I have what I need."

"You do?" The panic rises in Kenzi's voice, she knew that her time here was growing short and she would need to do something very soon.

"Bring the girl outside, I want to see you end her. Once and for all." The Morrigan directed her pet behemoth, her disgust with Kenzi clearly written on her features and heard in her voice. But in truth she was near ecstatic that the little human was so close to her final moments.

But fate saw fit to defy her once again. As she got up to lead her human slave out to finish the job, a shadow appeared in the peripheral of her vision, quickly moving toward her. Her mind barely registered it at first, and it first processed it as the human before her. Same size, same hair color, same general aura. But then came the primal cry, the one that hadn't quite finished as the shadow slammed into her at full speed, remarkably strong for a human. "Not my sister you bitch!"

The moment carried both Morrigan and her assailant to the ground, and suddenly there was a weight on top of her as someone knocked the air from her lungs. Faintly, as her brain struggled for oxygen, she heard a faint crack, far away. As her vision fogged, she slowly realized it was her head hitting the floor. She mentally struggled against the growing blackened fog, mentally wondering why her chosen human, what was his name? Butch? No… Brian. No that wasn't right either, Bruce. That was the oaf's name, why Bruce didn't aid her. But it was no use, even as she thought about it her mind further fogged. And as she drifted away from consciousness, she found one face looking back at her through the fog. It wasn't her useless human trying to help, or the nuisence that belonged to the Sucuslut gloating over her victory. No it was a new face, an impossible face. One that had no place defending a human, no place belonging to a human.