It's finally back! Yeah I know it's been a very long time but life and this story being my least popular left it neglected. But, I know some enjoy this story and I need it off my conscious so here you go. With that in mind, I have the entire layout of how this story will go. Which is The manipulation, Journal entry, The Vixen, The Snow leopard, The Monster, Journal entry, The Experiment, The Riot, The Deathless, The Surgery, The Vengeance, The Company, The Father, The Siblings, Journal Entry, The Red Hood.

So in this chapter, there is a very large amount of time lapses spanning three and a half years. However, it is solely focused on interactions between Jason and Dr. Telvanni. The next two chapters after the journal entry will have this same layout, spanning years focusing on interactions with one character. I did it this way to shorten the story's length and get to the real bread and butter so to speak which revolves around the end time of Jason's time at the Facility.

So anyways I hope y'all like the chapter and how it goes. But if ya don't *shrugs* I'm happy with it and on to the next one. The story is going in a direction I'm happy with which is forward.

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Onwards and forwards!

Jason was pretty sure he was going insane….That is if he wasn't already. He was seeing things, hearing things, he barely slept because of nightmares, his cell was now in worse shape than before due to mental breakdowns. Not to mention the constant experiments by Zola, The only thing that was keeping his sanity intact was his journal, where he could clear his head and write down his thoughts and make sense of things.

Three months had passed since Zola had him slay the leftovers from the brawl and since then he'd been spiraling. He adhered to his schedule still, and avoided everyone but the vixen who wouldn't leave him alone and Hanna whose presence he actually seemed to tolerate….but he was slowly losing it, days were blurring together, the breakdowns getting more frequent, and he was hardly eating anymore. Suffice to say he was on the fast track to full-fledged insanity.

His caretakers of course took notice, and they wanted it fixed before he cracked. "Look something needs to be done! I will not lose my best candidate!" Roared Daggermane.

Zola shook his head. "You said you wanted to break them and reshape them to your wants. This is breaking him. You're getting what you want General."

Daggermane slammed a fist on his desk. "There's a difference between breaking a mammal and driving them completely insane!"

Southhowl let out a snort. "I told you months ago he was unstable! Hell, I told you he was unstable the first day he came here! Now you're caring? It's probably too late for the pelt!"

Dr. Telvanni of course had to be the voice of reason. "Boys, please. Could you ever stop bickering!? We're here because of MY assessments on Wild's mental state and I'm the brain expert remember!? That means we'll go off my recommendations and you three can fuck off about it! He's close to the edge but I can bring him back, and manipulate him to our wants. Therapists' bread and butter is made by being the sympathetic shoulder after all. So starting today I want him brought to my office for therapy sessions, you've held them back long enough. I need to work with him to mold him to our desires and needs while salvaging his mental state. He's a husk right now ripe for shaping, but he's also on the verge of insanity. My provisions on the matter of my sessions will still stand as well."

Daggermane lit a cigar. "Telvanni are you sure you want those provisions to remain in place for him? No guards, no cameras, no listening devices? I'm less concerned about what we could learn as you'll tell us the important things, and more concerned about your safety."

Zola had to agree. "I'm inclined to side with ze general. Wild is unpredictable, and now he is unstable. Plus you were there when we acquired him, I doubt he's forgotten that."

Southhowl was with the others. "Adrianna they're right, It's unsafe to have him unrestrained and in an enclosed space with you, unguarded. He'll definitely kill you."

Telvanni huffed. "Looks like you three are finally in agreement for at least one thing. Look if it makes you happy put a retractable divider in my office that way he can't get to me. But he will be unrestrained, his collar will come off, and I will have no guards or surveillance items in my office. He needs to trust me and he'll never do that if he's got any of that on him."

Daggermane had to concede, she was the psych expert. "Fine. But how will you get him to put the collar back on?"

She smiled at that question. "Trust me, I know enough to manipulate him into putting the collar back on himself."

*Session one*

Jason was snatched from his cell unexpectedly in the middle of the day. They'd just barged in and restrained him, he had no will to resist, the collar took all of that out of him. Once he was restrained they dragged him to another new section of the Facility and as they reached the door the more Jason started to tug back and resist. The last time he had been taken to a new area he was forced to kill innocent and defenseless mammals. The idea of having to do it again didn't appeal to him.

After a few moments of struggle, one of the guards growled out "for Luna's sake! This is Dr. Telvanni's office, not some torture chamber! Now stop fuckin squirming and get in there or I'll shock ya and toss you in!"

Hearing that this was the therapist's office Jason quit resisting, curious as to why he was being brought here. Once they were inside he looked around, the room was split in half by a glass divider but otherwise looked like a typical therapist's office. He was too busy taking in the sights he failed to realize he was being unrestrained, he took notice once he felt a firm paw on his collar. Once his attention was gained at this new development the guard that spoke before spoke again. "Let me be very clear here Wild. I'm taking this off on the doctor's orders, and only because of her orders. She's the only one that can help you here, and she ain't gonna if the second this comes off you try and escape. So when it clicks off, you take it off and put it on the table there, and then you sit your ass on that couch and wait for her to arrive. Clear?"

A blank stare was all he received in response. "Good enough."

The two guards left the room and the second the door closed there was a pop and a hiss as he felt the collar loosen. This was the first time it had come off since he'd awoken with it all those months ago. Taking it off he did exactly what he was told and took it off, placing it on the table next to the couch before taking a seat. He had no will to try and escape, he knew it would be a futile and wasted effort. The fight in him was utterly gone.

It took a few minutes, but Dr. Telvanni made her entrance. Seeing her made his eyes narrow and a growl enter his throat, he still remembered the part she played in his capture. Telvanni for her part looked him up and down before taking a seat in her chair, crossing her legs, and pulling out a notebook and pen. She wrote down a few notes before saying, "I see you remember me Jason. I am sorry for my involvement, but I assure you I wouldn't have unless I thought it…this absolutely necessary. The things this program will accomplish will revolutionize and make this country great once more. The method to achieve that is a small price to pay. Though…I don't agree with what we allow Zola to do…the things he gets away with…he's unstable…and I know he targets you the most. I also know his experiments are affecting you negatively, especially the one he did three months ago. Throughout this program I am tasked with watching all of the subject's mental health, making sure you all stay stable. They prevented me from having sessions with you until now, besides my protests. Because of that, I know you're…unstable. So I'll be having weekly sessions with you to help you work through this, and despite what you think I actually want to help you."

She could tell Jason was intrigued, as the growl died and he gave her a measured look. So she continued to help gain his trust if only a little. "I know you doubt me, but look around. There are no listening devices, no cameras, no guards. I'm recording nothing, and most of what we speak on won't leave this room. I'll only be giving basic reports to the General like your mood and how your mental health is and I won't tell Zola ANYTHING. If the general wishes to tell Zola something that is up to him, but I won't. I know you probably don't believe me, and that's fine, but trust me when I say I can make your stay here easier. In fact, I already have. I ordered Zola to decrease the number of experiments he does to you, there are plenty of others he can use and the constant experiments are being mentally taxing on you. I can't order him to stop outright and I can't order him to change his sick behavior, but he'll be pulling you a lot less than before."

Even after hearing that Jason was still entirely unreadable to her, and those lifeless eyes were just as unnerving as the first time she'd looked into them. She decided to distract herself by smoking a cigarette, and as she lit one she noticed Jason's curiosity after she let out a sigh of relief after her first drag. It was subtle, just the most minuscule tilt of the head but she saw it, and that was an opportunity. "Do you want one? They're great stress relievers for me, help me unwind. All you got to do to earn one, is speak. Say anything at all to me and I'll give you one. One big thing I need to help you with is to get you speaking again…come on I know you're not mute."

Jason contemplated the situation he was in. "Here in front of me is a therapist, but one working with my 'caretakers'. I shouldn't trust a word she's saying but yet… there are no guards, no cameras, and I can assume no audio devices. She ordered me to be unrestrained…including that collar, and the only thing protecting her is this glass divider. I know I shouldn't trust her…but I don't think I have a choice. I'm going utterly insane, and she's the ONLY mammal that can help me not lose my mind. I just need to play it safe, get her to help me specifically with the problems I need help with. The voices, the hallucinations, the breakdowns…that's it….and on a side note, she seems to really be enjoying that cigarette…and if that can help me relax…."

For the first time since his mom died, Jason spoke. "Fuck you."

His voice sounded like pure gravel being ground and he went straight into a coughing fit afterward, his vocal cords protesting their sudden use. Telvanni for her part chuckled, of course, the first thing he'd say was an obscene remark. "Well I say you've earned your prize, but first there's some water behind you."

When Jason turned to grab the bottle of water Telvanni hit a switch and the glass divider lifted just a little. Pulling out a cigarette she grabbed a match and slid both under to Jason's side before lowering the divider again. She wasn't going to be taking any chances with him at all.

*session three*

"Okay now say Sally sells seashells by the seashore."

It was now the third therapy session and Telvanni was working on Jason's speech, she had been ever since the first session. Jason who had a cigarette in paw, took a drag of it and responded "seriously? It's not like I don't know how to fuckin talk. I just choose not to. I ain't saying the damn rhyme and you can kiss my ass if you don't like it doctor. I speak fine."

Dr. Telvanni had to resist shaking her head at Jason. He still spoke in his neutral and blunt tone and he cursed way too much, but he was speaking. "Fine, then don't say it. Instead tell me why you choose not to speak outside of this room, to anyone."

Jason gave her a look and replied, "why? Because in here is the only place not bugged. Because I have nothing to say to any of the mammals outside that door. Because I am fuckin REQUIRED to speak in this room because you're the only one who can actually fuckin help me. Speaking isn't something that is worth my time. I find it ridiculous and tedious, to be honest with no real value. Maybe if I was in the real world I'd bother talking but in this place? Fuck that and fuck you. I'm done for today." Jason then stood flicking the half-smoked cigarette in his paw onto the floor before putting his collar back on and banging on the door twice.

They had yet to have a full session, the longest they've gone being halfway through. Jason's patience would seemingly run out and he'd say he was done and exit. The most surprising thing about these sessions was that Telvanni hadn't even had to convince Jason to put the collar back on. After he ended the first session he had stood up and put the collar back on himself with no prompt, he'd caught her surprised look and said "this…thing isn't worth the hassle. It'd be a waste of energy to refuse to put it back on."

*session eight*

Jason was once again smoking a cigarette given by Dr. Telvanni. It had quickly become a sort of reward system for Jason and Dr. Telvanni could tell he was getting addicted to the temporary relief they offered. It was a point Telvanni would have brought up had she not been content with him building a dependence on them so he could be better manipulated, for now. They had still yet to have a full session, Jason was a very testy and short-tempered animal, but that wasn't surprising given the circumstances.

"So, Jason. We've been working on your conversation skills the last 7 sessions, and I can say you're getting more used to talking normally. So I think it's time now to get to the bread and butter of things so to speak. Your mental health, so tell me, what are you experiencing?"

"Nightmares and hallucinations both visual and auditory. The trifecta of a fuckin crazy mammal."

Telvanni scribbled some notes, "so..have you ever had any of these before?"

Jason took a long drag all the way to the butt before flicking it at the glass divider. "No, and you fuckin know that I had to have a good mental bill to be selected. Please, don't be a dumbass and ask me dumbass questions. Nightmares revolve around that fuckin psycho hyena's experiments on me, seeing myself in the mirror after the brawl and killing the innocents, and that night he made me….slaughter all those innocent mammals. Auditory and visual hallucinations all revolve around killing them, and seeing the aftermath of the brawl."

Talking and expressing his thoughts awarded him a cigarette, and he smoked it fully before he signaled for her to continue.

"Okay, so what's the most recurring nightmare regarding Dr. Zola?"

Jason let out a sigh. "The day he dissected me…while I was still fuckin awake. Everything else is a cakewalk to that."

Another cigarette, another wait. A wave to continue.

"Okay, now what do you mean by what you saw in the mirror? Elaborate."

Jason let out a sigh as he leaned forward. "I mean what I looked like after the brawl, maw, and paws coated in blood, flesh still in my teeth, my lifeless and remorseless eyes boring into my very soul. I saw what I really am, a monster. Now if I had been cleaned while I was in that coma it might have saved some of my sanity, but noo y'all just made sure I was still breathing. I'm surprised I didn't get fuckin sick from contamination."

She was going to need more cigarettes. She was expecting him to shut down at any point but so far he was sharing a lot. As he smoked she wrote her notes and asked her next question once he was ready.

"So we'll come back to you seeing yourself as a monster. But first, what do you see and hear when you have these hallucinations."

"What I hear, screaming, voices calling me a monster, a demon, a savage, a wild animal, I hear begging and pleading for me to stop and to show mercy….so much screaming, of agony, of fear. Visually I see myself as the monster I am, coated in blood with savage eyes and smiling. I also see the innocents I killed, just watching me, judging me, blaming me, pitying me…I don't know which ones worse."

Dr. Telvanni nodded once as she jotted down her notes. "Well, unfortunately, that will be something for our next session, as we for the first time have hit the hour mark. I can safely say given everything you've told me, say that you have P.T.S.D. for sure. I can also say you've developed a minor degree of psychosis. With that in mind, I want to prescribe two different medications. Seroquel, which is an antidepressant that will combat your hallucinations and should overall help. The second is Lithium, this is a mood stabilizer, you have been having more and more mental breakdowns and your mood seems to flip. It should help. So please, take them."

With that Telvanni stood and retrieved the medications, then lifted the divider slightly to give it to him. Jason took the medication, shoved it in his pockets, put on his collar, and then left.

*session nine*

"So I think it's time we broach this, you say you see yourself as a monster. Why?"

Jason leaned forward in his chair and said, "because I am. Look at me, how could I not be? I am cold, I am antisocial, I am violent, I can't express emotions, I can't feel pain, I do not hesitate to kill and I kill brutally even when I don't have to. I use tooth and claw to maul, render, and tear flesh when I don't have to. I even liked it at the moment, feeling primal, feeling powerful. I also didn't hesitate to maim mammals that were not openly trying to kill me when I could have just as easily knocked them out or even broken a bone. I went in that moment, and every moment before killing I went in there with a clear thought process. Before I kill I feel indifferent, I don't care, and I don't see a problem. What else could I be other than a monster?"

Dr. Telvanni shook her head. "The fact that you recognize how wrong your thought process is, show remorse for your actions, and are disgusted with yourself after the fact tells me you're not a monster. If you didn't feel this regret and disgust you would be a monster. There's a part of your mind that is simply broken, but every break can be repaired. That's why I am here, I am here to help you work through this so you don't feel like a monster anymore."

*session twelve*

"So Jason, you've been taking your medication. How's it been working?"

Jason shrugged. "Fewer hallucinations, fewer outbursts, better sleep. But I don't want to take these meds. I want these problems to go away naturally."

"Well, the only way that's going to happen is by talking to me. So let's talk. First I want to talk about Zola's experiments. You think he does them simply to torture you for his own pleasure."

Jason's eyebrows raised just slightly and replied, "fuckin duh. You know for a renowned therapist, you say some pretty stupid shit."

Telvanni chuckled at that. "Okay, perhaps I deserved that one. Anyways you think it is simply torture, I'm near to tell you it's not."

Jason scoffed at that. "I refer to my last statement."

Telvanni shook her head at that. "This is going to take a while."

*session twenty-two*

It had been ten full-hour sessions of Dr. Telvanni trying to convince Jason that the experiments Dr. Zola was conducting on him were not simply for the torture aspect. She'd already admitted that most of what Zola did, especially to Jason was for Zola's enjoyment due to his absolute hatred of foxes. But she had been having to break down every single experiment Zola had conducted so far and what he was testing. She felt like she was just finally making ground on the issue.

Jason let out a curling plume of smoke from his nose as he said. "So you're telling me that him DISSECTING me was a benefit to medical research? Specifically for foxes and improving our immune systems?"

Telvanni nodded. "Yes, while he was dissecting you he ran a multitude of tests on introducing cultures directly to your body, and specific organs. In doing so he discovered that one of the cultures had a positive reaction to your body. Running further tests on that culture proved beneficial to your immune system. You know how that watch on your wrist tracks everything right, well shortly after your dissection we noticed your body take on a cold. That cold was due to the temperature experiment that we ran on you in your room. Normally colds for foxes are worst than colds for a lot of other species, they last longer, symptoms are more severe, and have a higher chance to develop into something much worse. However, after being exposed to that culture your cold lasted only three days with minor symptoms. That culture has since been sent to Todd Industries for further medical research."

She noted Jason's sneer at the mention of Todd Industries and commented. "Oh, touchy I see. Family drama?"

Jason finished off the cigarette he had and stood. "A story for another time. Times up."

*session 38*

It had taken two more sessions for Jason to begin to think there was some benefit to Zola's experiments. Now she had to tackle the main thing that was causing Jason the most problems, killing all of those innocent mammals. "Okay Jason, I think it's time we address that night Zola made you kill all those innocent mammals."

Jason immediately smoked the entire cigarette he had just lit and stamped out the ashes before speaking. "Fucking fantastic, can't wait to see how you spin this one."

Dr. Telvanni shook her head as she shifted in her chair. "There's no spin, I'm just going to state a simple fact you don't seem to realize."

Jason scoffed at that as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Oh and just what fact is that?"

"You killing all those mammals in the manner you did, was a mercy."

Jason stood at that and walked forward until his snout was almost touching the glass. "MERCY!? Having me kill them was mercy!? They didn't deserve to die! They didn't need to!"

Dr. Telvanni was not fazed by Jason's aggressive demeanor and simply crossed her legs as she replied, "yes, it was a mercy. If you hadn't killed them they wouldn't have continued living. Instead, Zola would have kept experimenting on them until they died. It would have been almost nonstop torture until their bodies finally just gave up. Instead, you killed them quickly and basically painlessly. Yes, they experienced fear, but again only a fraction of what it could be. At that point, you were the best thing that could have happened to them. There was no scenario in which they would have remained alive, none. All they got handed to them is how they died, quickly or slowly."

Jason threw up his paws and exclaimed, "fine, then why did I have to be the one to do it!? Why me!? I already caused them to be in that situation! That was already fucking with my head! Why make me do it!?"

Dr. Telvanni shook her head. "Because like all things it was an experiment. Several actually. The main one however was to see how you would handle killing innocents to see if you would be alright with it when this program is over. Since you're sitting here in front of me, the answer is obviously no."

Jason crossed his arms. "Yeah, it's a pretty big fucking no."

*session 138*

It took a hundred more sessions, but Jason was starting to feel more himself. He had stopped taking his meds about 15 sessions ago and so far he'd suffered no more hallucinations. He still had nightmares regularly, that is until Telvanni gave him sleeping meds which helped. It'd also been about eight months since his last tantrum, a mixture of therapy, meds, and creating a new ritual similar to the one he had back when his mother was alive regarding his condition. He still saw himself as a monster of course, that hadn't gone away in the slightest.

Sure he'd come to grips with the fact that killing those innocents was mercy. But he still couldn't come to grips that they were put in that situation because of him. He still of course couldn't come to grips with his actions during the brawl either with his use of teeth and claws unnecessarily, nor could he contemplate the ease in which he planned and was okay with murdering mammals. He was beginning to suspect perhaps he was a sociopath, but Telvanni said he didn't line up with the symptoms.

Either way, Jason had a clearer mind again. Days no longer blurred together, he had a sound thought process, he was no longer going off of base instincts, and he felt more like himself again. He was also starting to go numb to the things that initially bothered him, Zola's experiments, even his psychological ones, no longer fazed him nearly as much as he'd grown used to them. It'd been two years since he was brought to the facility, roughly. So baring having to watch others get tortured and experimented on he wasn't being affected much. As such Zola now pulled him once a week for experimentation, a combination of doctor's orders and his frustrations of not breaking Jason. Zola's sole focus in recent tests had been trying to reverse Jason's inability to feel pain, which Jason found utterly hilarious. Zola might just crack before he did….well Jason was already cracked, he was just learning to be okay with it.

With this clearer mind, Jason was now aware of three things. One, he was severely depressed in combination with his condition and situation. Two, he was very addicted to cigarettes and was completely fine with it, suicide the slow route he joked to himself. Three, he hated himself. Jason "Wild" Wilde Todd utterly and completely hated himself right down to his very core, how he acts, talks, his mental state, his thought process, his mannerisms, everything. He even hated how he looked in the mirror, lifeless and that of a stranger as he looked exactly like the father he never knew. So that's why he was once again in Dr. Telvanni's office, smoking a cigarette. After making several smoke rings of various sizes he gestured to the doc. "So, what's the topic for today. More pointless nonsense about my mental health?"

Ever since the fog had been lifted from Jason's mind he'd lost interest in these therapy sessions. He wanted the hallucinations gone, and now they were. His mental health wasn't going to change anytime soon, and straight-up suicide was not something he'd even consider doing, so why was still being brought here? He was content to shove the bullshit in a box and try and ignore it, for now, no need to keep stoking the fire. Now was the time to meticulously plan his next moves, the program only had a year or two left and then he'd be out in the real world with more ability to tear this whole place down.

Dr. Telvanni simply shook her head. "No, not today. Today I'm going to try and convince you of our mission."

Jason's eyebrows rose at that as he sat back in his chair. "Oh, this should be good."

*session 153*

15 sessions, 15 attempts to convince Jason that the mission they were going to be doing was important. Jason let out a dragon's curl of smoke as he leaned forward, "so let me get this straight. In the scope of killing enemies domestic, it won't be done for political gain?"

Dr. Telvanni had to suppress rolling her eyes. He asked the same questions over and over again and it was getting on her nerves. "No, General Daggermane has no political ties, nor interests. He actually despises, like actually despises politicians. His only focus is making this country great by eliminating the enemies from within, dangerous gangs, organizations that the government refuses to label as domestic terrorist organizations, radical splinter cells on both sides. Some politicians even again on both sides with views that will harm the country."

Jason grinned at that part. "And just what political views does he consider to be harmful to this country?"

"Socialists and communists on one side, nature's way and the prey supremacy party on the other side. Both sides present real problems to our country if they were ever to gain solid footing."

Jason leaned back in his seat as he gestured with a paw. "Convince me why these views are harmful."

Dr. Telvanni sighed and lit a cigarette of her own.

*session 162*

Dr. Telvanni just finished a long spiel trying to convince Jason that Daggermane's views were the right ones. In truth Jason was only half-listening, he could honestly care less about what she was talking about. He had to admit, the political parties were bad, but targeted assassinations by a hit squad wouldn't solve the problem but rather radicalize them. He disagreed with pretty much everything this mission was looking to achieve, the only thing he agreed on was the killing of gangs, criminals in general. They were the ones who deserved to die, the harmers of the innocent, the cruel, the remorseless, the mammals like Zola, like Telvanni, like Southhowl, like Daggermane, like Chad and his whole gang, the mammals like him. They deserved to die, all of them.

So that's what he was going to do. He didn't know how yet, but he longer planned to escape, instead he was going to burn this whole place down with him inside it. He was insane, depressed, hated himself, and was a monster but he had a clear head now. Here sitting in front of him was a monster just like him. She acted as she cared, but the hate she had for him was showing through more and more each day now. Ever since therapy went out the window and she was trying to manipulate him to do what they wanted he could see the mask slipping from her face.

It was fine though, really. It helped him see the monster more clearly, and this monster was a crafty one. She was intelligent and manipulative with an almost admirable degree of cunning and guile. She'd been manipulating him from the start, and he only just recently figured it out. He had a slow start sure, but he caught up, and now it was time to turn the tides. "I can play the game too doctor. Manipulation works both ways."

*Sessions 173*

Ever since Jason decided he was going burn it all down he was observing Dr. Telvanni and he finally felt he had something. He knew she and Southhowl were an item, she smelled like him a lot, and their interactions when they first acquired him told him they were. Whether it was an actual relationship or they were just fuck buddies he didn't know or care. He didn't care because it was a side detail to the more important one, Dr. Telvanni had a pain fetish. He deduced this by the fact that often whenever Telvanni shifted she winced and she'd get this light in her eyes and a small smile would cross her face. She enjoyed the pain, all he had to do was confirm it. "Hey, doc. We talk about me all the time, how bout we talk about you today? We've been talking for a few years now and I hardly know you. So how bout the next few sessions you tell me something and I'll tell you something."

Dr. Telvanni crossed her legs and tilted her head. "I don't see why not."

Jason wanted to smile, "okay then let's start off small."

*session 183*

Ten weeks, ten sessions, lots of "bonding" time. Time to broach the subject. "So how long have you had a pain fetish?

Safe to say he caught Dr. Telvanni off guard. "Excuse me?"

Jason lit a cigarette and replied, "how long have you had a pain fetish? Come on you asked about my sex life, only fair we chat about yours. I know you have one, your eyes light up every time you wince in pain. I also know it's Southhowl that inflicts the pain."

Dr. Telvanni let out a long sigh as she lit a cigarette of her own. "I can't believe I agreed to this whole sharing thing with you of all mammals. Of course, it's you that sees my pleasure and exposes it. Definitely won't be telling Daggermane about this conversation…it's been ever since I was 12, I was raped and beaten by a wolf and instead of feeling disgusted….it turned me on. I guess my brain tried to cope with the circumstances and instead of traumatizing me it awoke something entirely different. Ever since then I've been chasing that feeling."

Jason honestly didn't think she'd share this time, he thought he would have to work on it more before she opened up. But this did save some time. "Which is why you're with Southhowl."

Dr. Telvanni shook her head. "I'm not with him, I use him and he uses me. He doesn't love me, I certainly don't love him. I just love what he does to me, I just wish he'd go farther but he restrains himself too much."

Jason tilted his head. "So you want him to be rougher, hurt you more and more?"

Dr. Telvanni couldn't believe this conversation was happening, but she wanted it to be over. "We're done for today."

*session 185*

Jason's plan was working out. He was in Telvanni's head, exploiting her weakness which was her pain fetish. "So doc, you're supposed to be smart. So why can't you convince or influence him to be rougher? What works?"

Telvanni really shouldn't be talking to Jason about this, it wasn't smart. It was stupid really, Jason was her patient and dangerous. But, at the same time, he was the only mammal that seemed like he cared, and was like the only mammal she felt she could talk to. She had no contact with the outside world and no friends in here because she was an inter, and this was something she wanted to talk about. So against her much better judgment she was here venting to a mammal she hated.

"What works is making him mad, doing things he hates so he has to punish me."

It was like a lightbulb went off her head, a sick and twisted thought that manifested in the back of her mind and quickly grew. It was a thought she definitely shouldn't have and DEFINITELY shouldn't chase. But for most of her adult life she'd been chasing the sexual high she got when she was twelve and sitting in front of her was the potential solution for that high. So that dark sick addict took the reins. "Doing….he would HATE it if I did another mammal…and he hates foxes….and most of all he hates you…if you and I had sex he would lose his shit and have to punish me and exert his dominance! And you, you would piss him off something fierce and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it! You could lord it over him and he wouldn't be able to touch him! It's a win-win! What do you say!?"

Telvanni as she had been speaking got progressively more and more worked up and Jason was trying not to grin. All he had to do is say yes and he would have the ability to kill one of the monsters, and there was nothing the rest could do about it. Honestly, all they could do is ramp up the experiments and strip him of his incentives so nothing real left to lose. He'd already lost everything anyway. So he didn't bother answering and instead took off his shirt, signaling his agreement to her, but to him, he just didn't want to get blood on his shirt.

Telvanni in a great sense of irony had utterly lost her mind. All sense of rationality was out the window for her as her greatest weakness took over. She giddily got up and hit the switch on the divider raising it completely and Jason stepped over and kicked her in the stomach. The air was driven from her lungs as she doubled over and Jason grabbed the back of her neck and dragged her to the ground. Telvanni rolled to her back with a gasp of pain and pleasure and it made Jason sick.

Jason loomed over her as his neck involuntarily twitched. It was a side effect of what Telvanni did to him and he hated it, he hated her. Jason wrapped his hands around Telvanni's throat like he was going to choke her but it was a ruse. The second he felt her relax Jason's paws shot up to her mouth and he quickly pried it open, and then he snapped her lower jaw. "Speak no evil, for it's all that spews from your mouth."

Telvanni screamed out in pain but due to the broken jaw, it was not nearly loud enough for anyone outside to hear. Jason then moved his fingers up to her eyes as she frantically tried to push him off, but she was panicking and he wouldn't budge. Since he wouldn't budge, he pushed his thumbs into her eyes and gouged them. "All you see is ways to manipulate, so now you will see no more."

Telvanni once again screamed out and began writhing around and striking him. Unfortunately for her all striking him did was annoy him, so he caught her right arm and snapped it. Then he caught her left arm and snapped it also. She was nonstop screaming now as she writhed around violently as Jason stood and took a seat in her chair. "Now that you can't see or speak, all you can do now is listen. I have not forgotten about your role in getting me here, nor have I forgiven. You are evil, a monster just like me. Your clever yes, and I'll admit you manipulated me well for quite some time but you know where you messed up? When you tried to convince me about the mission, you played your hand and your hate started to shine through again. You helped me, I'll admit that my hallucinations are gone…but that's it. The nightmares are still there, I still see myself as a monster, I'm still insane, and on top of all that I'm depressed and addicted to cigarettes. You're a good manipulator but a shit therapist, no wonder you worked here. So as you lie there a failure I will tell you this, I plan to burn this place to the ground with me inside it. You failed to turn me, you failed to fix me, and when I succeed….it will be because of your failure."

With that Jason stood and walked over to Telvanni, crouched down, and snapped her neck. "One monster down, a whole lot to go."

With the deed done Jason walked over to his side, put his shirt and collar back on, lit a cigarette, and exited her office. He began the trek back to his cell unrestrained, something Telvanni did for him in the long attempt to win him over. As he walked back to his cell he saw Southhowl walking towards him and Jason did something incredibly unsettling for Southhowl, Jason smiled. This spurred Southhowl to take on a look of concern as he looked past Jason in the direction of Telvanni's office and then took off in a sprint. A few moments later Jason heard Southhowl's cries of anguish at his dead love and his smile grew even wider. "Don't worry, if I have my way you'll join her in hell soon."