-Three day's prior-

"Gh! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" came an agonized roar.

"So he's a screamer." said the women, her arms crossed as she watched through the high-tech glass.

"FUCK! GOD'S GAHHHHH!"

"Yes, M'Lady. I suppose he is." said the girl beside her,

"Make sure you keep this up. I want to know everything he knows." said the women, her eye's burning into the glass as she watched Aoa drag her knife across Percy's face.

"But, M'Lady, may ask a question?"

"Yes, you may."

"Why, M'Lady did you send him. This one who calls himself "Peter Johnson," What is his crime?"

asked the girl, slowly, tentatively.

"Why you ask?" said the woman, turning her head to stare at the girl. Her dark hair shifting slightly to the side. Her Grey eyes boring holes into the girl. "His crime is simple, he fell in love with my Daughter."