"Come in." Damien replied to the quiet knocks on his door, the small noise echoing off the walls in the office where Damien sat. He didn't even bother to take a glance up at the entrance as he shuffled the papers on his desk, shoving some unneeded documents into a drawer and shutting it.

The wood door quickly creaked open as a gold padlock stuck it's head in, letting some more light into the somewhat dark room.

"Sir," he started, his voice gravely and low, sounding just a bit shaken when talking privately to his commander; the new prideful leader of this facility.

Damien folded his hands together and placed his elbows on his desk, his die resting on his intertwined fingers after he moved the rest of his paper work aside for a moment. His attention now on his apprentice, watching closely.

"I have the uh...daily reports you asked for." He finished, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

He stood up straight, bowing respectively to Damien. The leader nodded in acknowledgment, leaning back and resting against the leather of his desk chair, his hands moving to the arms of the chair.

"Thank you Caisson. Now then, tell me, how are the prisoners doing?" He asked, toying with his sleeves a bit as he waited for the answer.

The padlock put his hands behind his back, watching Damien's movements carefully as he cleared his throat before speaking. "They are cooperating, for now at least. They haven't tried anything funny as of late, and they are following orders obediently." He paused, seeing Damien nod.

"...I guess they uh... gave up er somethin' after they found out their leader was captured." He chuckled slightly, pleased with the reaction from Damien as he snickered along.

"Ah...Yes. That's very good. What about the human captives? Any new objects coming in?" He sat up, looking towards the right wall beside him. There was little light coming from the other rooms on the other side, rays of gold lights casting through the dusty window.

"Yes sir. They said there will be a chance of three, maybe four new object heads this month." He shuffled his feet, his body relaxing a bit as his hands went behind his back once more, yet still respectively standing tall for his leader.

Damien sighed. "Slowly but surely. This army is growing little by little. Any casualties?"

"One, sir, and one lost to the rebellion. She moved to the other side, from what I've heard from the other reporters."
"What a shame...no point in moving to the other side if there's no leader. She's going to die..."
The padlock stayed silent, glancing down at his boots. Damien sighed, looking back towards his subject. "Now then. How is our...'precious cargo' doing?" He said, staring intently at the padlock, making him tense.

"Uh...they've been doing fine...They've just been in their room for most of the day. They're very quiet too. Haven't said a word to us when we asked as nicely as we could for answers, just like you ordered us to."

As the padlock finished talking, Damien sat in silence for a moment, nodding slowly to himself before finally letting out a sigh. "If they are not cooperating, I guess I'll have to pay them a visit myself..." He muttered under his breath, his die once again rested on the backs of his hands while his elbows laid on the desk. The padlock tilted his head, unsure of what he said, and if it was any importance to him or not.

Damien nodded one last time, motioning a hand towards the door as he stood up from his chair. "That is all, thank you."

The padlock quickly nodded, turning away and exiting the leaders office, closing the door behind him, leaving the leader back in silence as he prepared himself. He slipped off his cape and just went with his normal uniform. It wasn't necessary to wear all the accessories. He was sure they wouldn't mind.

But now, it was time he properly introduce himself to the new prisoner.

.::Time skip::.

The leader strolled down the long corridor to the isolated room he had saved for someone as special as his new captive prisoner, located in a secret place inside the 4-5 district.

His hands stayed firmly at his sides as he slowly began to approach a metal door, the only door that was there, watching as two guards talked to each other, leaning against the walls and looking very unprofessional.

As they goofed around, snickered and joked, Damien placed his hands behind his back, making his footsteps sound louder to grab their attention as he drew closer.

As soon as Damien came into view, the male guard quickly choked on his words, stopping mid sentence and jumped to the wall, standing at attention while swiftly slapping the female guard's chest, indicating she must follow his movements.

She looked slightly annoyed by the sudden change in attitude, until she looked at the approaching leader. She let out a quiet breathless gasp, quickly brushing her body against the wall, her back straight. As the two guards stood at attention instantly, they moved out of the way, the door they were guarding now in view.

"Anything from them yet?" Damien asked as he finally approached the two, breaking the silence while his shoes press together, halting to a slow stop. He stared longingly at the door, his hands dropping back down to his sides.

One of the two guards shook her head slowly, her hands quickly moving behind her back as she respectively bowed to the leader, the other quickly following her movements. "N-No sir. Hasn't said a peep. The cameras haven't been workin' too well either, but we know they've been on the bed most of the time." The girl, who had a gold ring for an object, stated, standing back up at attention while the male nodded, his object was a speaker. 

Damien waited a moment, staring at the door before he nodded, reaching a hand up towards the DNA scanner that was attached to the wall. It shone a dim green light, scanning his hand to unlock the door.

With a click, the locks undid themselves, granting access to the leader. He took his hand back and moved to the handle of the door, twisted it clockwise as it opened up for him.

As he stepped in, the door automatically closed behind him, his body facing forward.

He had noticed the TV headed object flinched at the noises, their body covered by the thin blanket while their screen rested against the pillows, antennas tangling together as a sign of nervousness. They were obviously awake and alert.

"Hello there, little Rabbit..." Damien whispered gently, watching a noticeable shiver practically run down their spine at his words.

Thomas grip the blankets, holding it close to them as they laid on their side, their back turned to Damien, their screen dim.

The leader soon walked forward slowly, watching his prized prisoner closely. "How are you feeling? Any pain? Have the guards been nice to you like I ordered them to?" He asked, trying to start up a small conversation between the two.

Thomas didn't answer, they only turned more on their side. Damien waited for a moment before shaking his head. "...Not gonna answer me, huh?" He teased, his body standing over Thomas's own body from the edge of the bed.

"You'll have to talk someday, because I have a special job for you. You see," he started, turning around and sitting down on the bed with a creak, seeing their body tense up harshly. "You will work for me, if you want to spare your life and the life of your friends. You will not do anything harsh if you're worried about that..."

His hand gently rested against the TV's hip, amused by the reaction he got. Thomas jumped at the unexpected and sudden touch, yelping as they backed away, their feet kicking up the blankets as it slid off their body.

"D-Don't touch me!" They cried out, snapping at the leader in defense.

Damien chuckled, moving back a tiny bit. "I almost forgot how lovely your voice was." He remarked, watching Thomas as they grab the messed up sheets in their shaken hands.

They grunted silently, gripping the sheets tighter. "Don't play the nice guy. It won't work on me..." they say with a threatening tone, their screen going a bit dull.

Damien sighed, his legs moving up from the edge and crossing over each other, his hands folding in his lap. "I just want to talk. No manipulation, no force. I just want to get to know you better." He said, looking away from them.

Thomas slowly scooted back and pressed gently against the wall to gain a sense of security. They almost felt like a rabbit right in the line of sight of a hungry wolf, the nickname Damien gave them now feeling appropriate in this situation.

Though they were confused by the sudden change in his attitude, they stayed alert and prepared for any moves the leader could make on them.

Thomas didn't answer him once again, staring cautiously at the die. Damien sat patiently, turning his head and staring at the screen of Thomas's tv.

"Let me properly introduce myself. My name is Damien." He held out a hand, watching Thomas flinch and covering their screen with their arms.

Damien quickly retracted his hand, silently apologizing, Thomas' arms lowering hesitantly. "...I uh...I already know most things about you, so you don't have to introduce yourself if you don't want to." He said, his hands rubbing over each other. He glanced at them up and down before tilting his head a bit.

"Hm..." He hummed in thought, slowly leaning in a bit closer to Thomas, making them press themselves closer against the wall. "H-Hey! What are you doing? S-Stay back!" They warned, however Damien didn't listen. His body crawled over to the other, an obvious embarrassment spreading across their screen as they squeaked.

Damien examined the object head, his body now hovering over their own. They didn't move, they felt froze from fear. He heard them gulp as he moved closer, his die almost touching their screen. With a long pause, he finally spoke.

"Why haven't you changed your clothes?" He asked gently. Thomas tilted their head a bit, looking down at their body, then back up to face Damien.

"...Changed?" They asked quietly, their voice sounding confused and small. Damien nodded, pointing to the neatly folded clothes his soldiers have set out for them on a table, right by a mirror that covered the wall. Thomas must've not noticed this, they've been on the bed most of the time they were here. It's been only a week, but it felt like forever.

"Well, your clothes are all torn and dirty. We took the liberty of making you your own outfit for you to change into." He slid off the bed and stood, motioning his head towards the folded uniform. "Go on. See if you like it."

Thomas greatly hesitated before they got up off the bed, keeping their attention on him the whole time and making sure he didn't pull any funny business on them.

They slowly approached the table near the wall, a folded pair of sleek, black clothing  caught their eye. With great caution, they picked it up, the clothes unfolding as they did. Their screen heats up at the sight.

This 'uniform' was very... Revealing...

The stomach part of the outfit was opened, and so was the back. The top was purple with an X shaped crossing over the chest, the bottoms were a dark blue, almost a black with more purple stripes to match the top.

It's strange. Why would they ever wear something like this? And why would Damien want them to wear this?

They set it down a bit angrily, folding their arms over their dirtied off-white shirt. "L-Like I'd ever wear that out in this room! Or anywhere for that matter!" They snapped, glaring sharply as they walked back over to the bed and sitting on the edge, their back facing the leader, arms still crossed.

Damien looked a bit surprised by their reaction, but amused nonetheless. "It's not like our uniforms my dear Rabbit-"
"And stop calling me that!" They growled, their head whipping around to face him.

Damien was about to say something, but he stopped. He took a deep breath and placed his hands behind his back. "You sure are stubborn, aren't you? Even to me. You've got guts little rabbit..." He snickered while Thomas glared once again at the little nickname. "You should be honored I'm not killing you." He said, tapping his hidden fingers on his knuckles. Thomas huffed quietly, glaring at the floor. "...Why?" They asked, their voice small but understandable.

"Why am I not killing you?" He asked back, Thomas confirming it with a short nod. "Well, you sparked my interest. I liked your enthusiasm and leadership. Not to mention, you have a beautiful figure..." he whispered the last part in a deep tone, slowly eying Thomas's body, top to bottom.

Thomas felt a shiver run down their spine, their body tensing up. They turn towards the leader, looking slightly taken aback. "I have a...what?" They asked, slightly tilting their head to the side.

The die chuckled, slowly moving back to them and gently grabbing their hand, Thomas too shocked to pull back. "You're kind, you're beautiful, and your body is perfect. The job I have for you will definitely suit you." He rubbed their tense knuckle with his thumb, looking a bit too relaxed.

Thomas stayed quiet, blushing a bit while looking a bit scared as they stare at his hand. "...The flattery is getting you nowhere, Damien..." They mutter, yanking their hand away harshly. Damien backed off a little, his hands going back behind his body once more. "Well, I'm only saying what is true Thomas." He sighed, staring at Thomas's arms.

Their mark seemed to be flowing with the feeling of pure hatred, but still full of life. Damien clenched his right hand, where his own mark was located, and sighed, dropping both of his hands at his sides. "I believe it's time you met my other apprentice. My other pet. Their name is Jamie. They were eager to meet you when we first captured you sand brought you here, but I held it off until I thought you were ready. Don't want you getting overwhelmed." He told them, walking back towards the table and grabbing the uniform, handing it to Thomas.

They looked at it with a glare, then looking up at Damien, their screen projecting a frown. Damien sighed, shaking his die as he dusted off the uniform. "You don't really have a choice." he said as he pressed it against their chest and starting walking towards the door once more, looking back towards Thomas, who stayed in the same spot, not daring to say anything to retaliate.

"Follow me when you're done changing. Take longer than 5 minutes and I'm coming back in and doing it myself..." Was all he said as he walked back through the door, the TV object head flinching as it slammed shut.

Thomas hesitantly looked down at the uniform, shaking a bit as they held it up to get a better view. Deciding it was better to just follow orders instead of risking themselves or their friends in danger, they let out a sigh in defeat, standing up on shaky legs, throwing their pride out the door and began to take their shirt off.

Damien walked back in, the 5 minutes they had were up.

As soon as he saw Thomas, he stopped dead in his tracks. He stared in slight awe at the sight, his mark lighting up a bit in his palm. Thomas heard him as he came in, flinching and whipped around to face him, slightly stepping away from the mirror that was attached to the wall.

They faced their enemy with humiliation as they crossed their arms over their chest, hiding their showing skin while they blushed in embarrassment. They must've not expected time to fly by so fast.

Damien closed the door, clapped his hands together and walked closer to them, watching them back up as he moved forward. "Wow...You look wonderful! How does it fit?" They we're now pressed against the mirror as Damien stood looming over them, though being a few feet away, they could practically feel his presence right against them, his hands like that of a phantom, slowly caressing their skin, despite the minor but great distance between them.

He was watching as they trembled slightly, their arms wrapping around and hugged themselves tighter while Damien tilted his head. "I-It fits fine. Can we just g-go now?" Thomas stuttered, looking down to their feet while Damien silently came closer. They flinched at Damien's hand as it found itself on their television, his mark feeling like fire on their object as it pressed gently against them.

Before they can react, Damien pinned them against the mirror. They yelp in surprise, their head shooting up to stare at Damien as he trapped them within his two arms. "D-Damien what are yo--!" Thomas was cut off by their own gasp as Damien pressed his body against them, their own body trembling in reply as they struggled to use their arms to defend themselves. After staying like that for a minute in silence, besides Thomas' heavy breath, Damien moved back slowly away from them, nodding to himself, then walking towards the door. "Come along Rabbit." Damien waited by the closed door, his hands behind his back.

Extremely confused and embarrassed, their body was growing hotter as they stare at Damien, not moving a muscle. "Wha..." they started, too shocked to finish. Damien sighed, tapping his die as he thought. "I was only seeing how you would reacted to a situation like that. After that performance, I would advise you to stay close to me so nobody...makes a move on you..." Damien explained in a whisper, then going to the door. He held his hand up to the scanner on the inside, opening it up and waiting for Thomas.

They hesitated greatly, but then took their first step, slightly shivering in anticipation as they walked toward Damien. His head was tracking all of their movements as they slowly advanced toward the die, who was patiently waiting, as if he had all the time in the world...