With a loud bang the door to the compound shut tightly, eliminating the bright light from anything that was outside his own personal torture chamber. He sauntered down the dimly lit hallway, only the sound of his heavy footsteps reverberated down the stable like compound, as he headed towards the location of the latest filthy creatures that walked upon this holy Earth. He was pleased with his job, finding his task nefarious but ultimately necessary. Each supernatural creature that was held here eventually died by his hand and it brought him such delight. Just seeing the light come out of their eyes brought so much solace to his soul it was almost better than the aftermath of sex, almost. That dark twisted mind of his was already turning, figuring out just what he would do to the WereHorse and WereWolf the scouts captured. While they were knocked out and contained within his wicked sanctuary he took the opportunity to invade within their minds, seeking out what they loved, what they hated, finding not only what they were ashamed of, but what they feared the most. Penetrating through their mind he found his prey almost too easy to break and with a game plan always formulating in his head he was ready to proceed. Tonight he would take things nice and slow ensuring his victims that they would never see the light of day ever again. The last thing they would ever see was that nasty sneer plastered on his face as they died an agonizing and painful death.

When he finally reached the stable like cage that held the were creatures he grabbed a long weapon that was hanging on the wall. Slowly he began to unlatch the caged door, swinging it wide open unafraid to have it open so wide, knowing full well that his toys could not escape. Both of the were still asleep, so very and completely unaware with that nightmare they were going to wake up to, both chained with silver along their arms, legs, and neck, both reverted back to their human form. Slowly his dark shadow grew as he entered the cage listening to the soothing soft sounds of their calm breathing indicating they were still out. With a smirk he took a few steps forward, bringing the long weapon up, which looked like some sort of cattle prod, stabbing the weapon into Frost's side laughing as he stood watching the boy wither from the shocking feel of 75,000 volts of pure electricity running into his body. Laughing as he took the prod away from Frost's side and then swung the item into the side of the boy's head, stepping away as he yelled at the male.

"Wake up, you damn bastard, come on now....shall we wake up your friend?"

Flipping the prod on so that the stallion would actually have some sort of, encouragement, to wake up quicker unless he wished to feel the pain again. Darkened eyes glinted with malice as he looked upon Frost finding him awake satisfied. Turning around he noticed the battered girl was still asleep within her corner of the cage they shared. Slowly he crept towards her, briefly glaring at the male should he wish to try and warn the girl of her oncoming assault. Bending his bulk frame over her, his voice was rougher as he sickening purred, as one calloused hand gently, softly caressed the girl's mauled face.

"Hey there sweetheart, are you awake, hmm?"

He continues to stroke her face in such a loving way that seemed almost impossible coming from the brute. As soon as he saw a flash of her eyes open, his hand left her mauled cheek briefly and he swung his hand high. With a loud smack that would surely leave a dark red mark over her cheek, he roared at the girl, bringing the cattle prod into her own side, as he brought himself to stand above her.

"Wake up!"

With a deep laugh he jabbed the live cattle prod into the girl watching her writher with pain, hearing those silver chains bang into the ground. Taking another step back he approached the male once more jabbing him in his side, delighted with how his body shook upon the ground. It was good that neither of them passed out from this little introduction. It meant his night would be long and the fun was just only beginning for him. Clicking the prod off he walked away from the two and then suddenly turned around, extending both arms out, putting on such a grimacing and charming grin as he gestured behind him formally welcoming his victims in what would be their 'home' for the next few hours until he was done with them. His low and booming voice bounced off the cement walls as he bellowed out with gusto his speech, that seemed overplayed and yet, it held such a dark threatening tone that informed the two that Fate was not on their side.

"Welcome to the old Council's compound. Here we observe your kind, test you, and come up with new ways to obliterate your kind from this Earth. If you two think you can use your powers on me you are clearly mistaken. Currently you two are sedated in a way that you cannot control your powers, but since that is wearing off right now, while you were asleep I injected a potent potion brewed by a warlock, where each time you even attempt to use your powers it will affect you ten times fold."

Turning around he slammed the caged door shut, putting in the locks, as he looked through the silver bars, smirking. His twisted mind already formulating just what he would do to them.

"Now then I am going to grab a few things and you two can just sit tight, it is going to be a very long night for you two, and I doubt one of you will survive."

With that his menacing laugh echoed within his torture chamber as he sauntered away leaving the two to tremble and pray, because no matter what they did, they would not be getting out of there â€" unless they were in a body bag with their head decapitated and their heart no longer beating.