Croc (Jul 14, 2011 1:37:05 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 1:41:36 AM)
*Her her heavy breathign is evident as she grawls onward, away from the gator that had risen from the water. Perhaps she thought it a greater threat than the hideous laughter she hears ahead of her. She slowly makes it closer as he spoke, untill she laid right before him, and now lifted her head, glaring at the humanoid with a dangerous frown on her face, the deep shadow under her lowered eyebrows still not enough to hide her big eyes. She says nothing, only stares.*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 1:44:30 AM)
"Nothing to say for yourself while my friend here talks of eating you?", he cackled, shaking his head. "But yes..you can not hear...that's okay." He nodded as he looked her over. He didn't look at her as a man might, to admire her curves or the softness of her skin. He looked at her like a serpent might, just before swallowing her whole. Yet still, there seemed a calculating intelligence in those golden eyes that was likely as terrifying as his hideous appearance. "It is quite a walk from here, human. I can get you a prop and you can walk on your own....or my friend can drag you by am arm...or a leg...which would you prefer, hmmm?"

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 1:46:22 AM)
*Makes sure that he is looking at her, and produces her secret weapon from inside her coat. A waterproof container. She shoots him with pepper-spray.*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 1:49:00 AM)
And he screamed. The sound chilled the bone and caused the tiniest of hairs to raise as it echoed through the empty swamp around them. Blood welled up and then streamed freely down his distorted face, dripping past his lips and from the rows of needle like fangs. "Clever little bitch!", came the next scream as he move to back hand her with a bony yet uncannily powerful fist.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 1:51:46 AM)
*He doesn't make it that close anymore. Because after forcing him to turn his eyes away with the power of her spray container, she uses the second of his blinking view to pull out her LIGHTER. When he turns back once more, he gets a flare of FIRE to his face instead*

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 1:54:16 AM)
*rolls to the side from the strike and THEN fires him*

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 1:58:14 AM)
(3 sux on dodge)

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 2:08:05 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 2:08:35 AM)
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Croc (Jul 14, 2011 2:08:45 AM)
( wb )

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 2:09:04 AM)
((okay. I was hit. Roll dmg or was it just bitchslap?)

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 2:17:22 AM)
*goes down. And she was so close!*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 2:19:51 AM)
He was still snarling through his teeth as he brought the tattered cloth that served as a sleeve up to wipe some of the blood from his eyes and face. He kicked the mace can roughly from her hand into the swamp before going about, disarming her of her other personal effects as well. It almost seemed as if the massive gator was laughing as itt's deep wallow pulsed through the earth. Croc would then take up her limp body, sprawling it across the massive creatures back before they began making their way deeper into the swamp.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 2:21:38 AM)
*Is totally limp and out of it. If she could, she would cry after her gun and her passport. But as we know, she gets no say in the matter.*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 2:23:00 AM)
When she woke up she would find herself in darkness. Only the feintest of light that reflected off shallow water let her see enough to realize she was in cave. The subtle brush of moonlight entered through a small low hanging opening about fifteen feet away. As more and more of her consciousness returned she would find herself heavily bound. Thick rope and vine alike bound her wrists behind her back to her ankles. The bindings were tight enough to make it difficult to breath and pinched painfully at her skin.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 2:28:21 AM)
*Luckily her wake up is slow and painfull enough to prevent her from attempting any rash struggling that woudl only hurt her more. She still is quite unsure wether she is here, or in the dream that started earlier. Her eyes open to slits, her lids feeling too heavy to lift all the way to full awareness. She tries to turn her head to get a better view to every direction.*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 2:31:18 AM)
She would not see him at first. In the deepest recesses of the cave, in his muddy rags, so deathly still, he seemed not much more than a part of the wall. But as she moved, his eyes opened, and she would see them gleaming eerily even in the low haze of light. Despite the intricacy of her bindings, she would find her mouth was free. "It awakes....almost thought you were dead there....about to let the gator's have you."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 2:33:23 AM)
Ahh...hell..*she whispers and leans her head back to where it was hangign before she tried to have control of it. The nightmare continued, and for the moment, she feels like letting it.*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 2:36:15 AM)
He chuckled quietly and nodded to himself before rising from his seat on a stone. She could hear him wading slowly through the shallow water towards her. "Hell...yes, indeed. Close enough at any rate. For we are both damned, you and I...."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 2:37:55 AM)
*She tries to ignore what he...or it was saying. She cannot quite deside what to think of Croc yet. But eventually, the temptation of responding overwhelms her.* With the exeption that I'm tied up and you'r not. *she mutters darkly*

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 2:38:11 AM)
Why am I tied up?

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 2:39:45 AM)
"Oh we're all bound by something....", he corrected. There was a hint of wisdom hidden beneath the hair curling rasp of his voice, a hint of something more than his monstrous appearance would betray. "And you are tied up because you misbehaved. I would bind a gator's snout if it tried to bite me, why would I not bind a human's hands if it sprays me with mace?"

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 2:41:57 AM)
And you expect me to just let you...*she starts with a snarl, but then pauses, and takes a deep breath. She tries to pull herself together, soften her defense that just gave away her fear.* ...What do you want? *she asks finally with a softer tone to her voice. It was not a routine question, but a sincere one, indicating that she would listen.*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 2:44:36 AM)
A light cackle escaped him as he sat down on a stone beside her, resting his large hand on her head. His long spindly fingers rested across her brow and she could feel the slimy webbing between them. "I'm not sure yet. I may eat what I want of you and feed the rest of you to my pets", he answered honestly, "But I may not. That all depends on you."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 2:49:50 AM)
*grimaces, and tries to turn her head away so that she didn't have to feel that..whatever the guy was touchign her with.* Fuck, that's messed up shit...*she says, obviously to herself, rather than to him. The loathing and weakness slipping her off her self control that she knows she should try to maintain in these dangerous circumstances.* ..Look...*she then says, lowerign her chin close to her chest , giving him a somewhat submissive pose, and closing her eyes.* ...We all got our shit, right? Believe me, I got mine. I'm not your foe, we both have to get by, somehow.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 2:50:17 AM)
Just let me go, we part with no harm feelings, and forget about this, alright?

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 2:52:53 AM)
That brought true laughter from him, a great ouf of it that litteraly bubbled up from his chest. His boney fingers combed through her hair, as if he were petting some small animal, despite her trying to turn away. "If fate were only so easy to walk away from. No, no....I'm afraid things in this world are never that simple." He leaned down closer and she could smell his rank breath, the scent of decay and old blood. When he spoke, it was a fetid whisper that felt cold against her skin. "If you wish to live....you must earn it."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 2:56:14 AM)
*Keeps her eyes closed. Perhaps she woudl be safer without seeing, or perhaps she tries to concentrate, without the overwhelming distraction he was giving her. She takes another deep breath before speaking in her quiet, now more or less softened voice.* What can I do for you?

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 2:58:47 AM)
All was silent for several moments. The only sound came from her own breathing, the painfully slow beating of her heart, and the light ripple of water against the cave stone. The silence was finally broken by his voice, still a chilling whisper against her ear. "First....you can survive...." And then he was on her again. In the blink of an eye that massive fang ringed maw opened and closed down on her neck. For a moment there was pure ecstacy, complete bliss, and then only darkness as blood loss stole her consciousness one last time.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 3:01:47 AM)
*What could she do? She fears it, she hates it, she surrenders, and eventually, loves it. His words are the last thing in her mind, before it hits blank...and she did not wake up back home.*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 3:03:46 AM)
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Croc (Jul 14, 2011 9:36:26 PM)
When Tasha next awoke there would be no telling what time it was. Her body was weak from blood loss and her head throbbed. Her mouth was parched and the distinctive taste of dried blood caked her teeth like old rust. She was still tightly bound and laying half within the shallow water of the cave. The source of light from the night before was gone, leaving here in complete darkness, sealed within her tomb.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 9:42:05 PM)
*After listenign to the endless sound of silence in a state half to conciousness, Tasha finally opens her eyes. She is not sure if they are open or not, due to the pitch black she sees, and blinks several times to give her confirmation, and some time to truly wake up. She tries to move her hands, and then her arms, to see if they were still bound.*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 9:43:50 PM)
The attempt at movement would send pain lacing through her body. It caused her muscles to constrict, only adding to the breath stealing sensations that assailed her body. The rope still bit tightly into her skin and as she moved she could feel the wet sensation of blood where she had been worn raw by subtle movements in her sleep.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 9:48:54 PM)
*She gasps, and feels herself shaking as her joints and veins send the impulse of pain through her weakened body. She was now certain that this was not jsut a prolonged dream, but real. And she spends a moment tellign herself to stay cool, and trying to calm her panting. She tries to listen, once more.*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 9:52:15 PM)
The occasional drip of water falling from the uneven ceiling down into the shallow stream below echoed in the depths of silence. Straining her ears she would occasionally hear the most distant call of a large bird of the bayou, but it was muffled, as if thick walls stood between them. As she focused more on her senses the scent would assail her, foul and pestulent. The cloying odor hung thick in the air and she could almost feel the decay coating her throat with every breath. A slight movement would let her head brush against it's source, the pillow she was given the night before. In the darkness, she could almost feel the small writhing shapes that crawled in and out of it.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 9:58:52 PM)
*She closes her eyes as useless, and continues to shudder when her other senses take over little by ittle, filling her in on her surroundings and the state she is in. She continuesto shudder, and catches herself sobbing in her helpless state. The sound bounces off the walls and return to her like mocking her weakness. She gain tells herself to stay calm, and bites her teeth tight together, but the snarl she causes to herself takes over soon, and the sobbing turns into a growl.*

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 10:00:15 PM)
*The walls growl back to her. She growls back to them, and the growl turns into a groan. The groan turns into a roar, and she ends up yelling her lungs empty to the hollow space.*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 10:02:53 PM)
There would be no real way to tell how long she laid there. Surrounded by her pain, the foul scents, and maddening drips of water her only distraction against the endless questions that would assault her mind. The blood was in her now, subtly returning the presence of the monster that brought her to her thoughts, each new epiphany more terrifying than the last. She would scream until her voice was lost, and then it would return that she might scream some more. Still, after what was surely no more than hours, and yet felt like days, a new sound would appear. Hard scraping like bones drug against rough stone, the occasional thud of a heavy weight being dropped to the ground.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 10:05:35 PM)
*If she was still roaring, she would silence herself now. She can see in her mind the form of the huge alligator from the day before, and PRAYS that it was not that what caused the sound.*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 10:08:28 PM)
The digging sounds continued until finally a hint of light stung her eyes. It was shadowed moonlight and yet it still seemed bright as noon day sun. As her eyes adjusted she would see long thin fingers covered in rubbery withered flesh curling around stones and lifting them away with casual ease. Each one was tossed aside until the opening she had seen the night before had returned, only to be filled by a dark ominous shape wrapped in tattered rags.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 10:11:26 PM)
*A gasp of relief escapes her lips. She can see! And better yet, it was not the beast here to eat her helpless and bloodied self, or so she thinks. She closes her eyes for a moment, finding surprisingly much rejoice in herself in this still miserable situation*

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 10:11:51 PM)
*She begins to chuckle*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 10:14:16 PM)
The ominous figure didn't make a sound as he crawled morbidly along the ground towards her. She would catch a glimpse of those terrible yellow eyes within the shadows of his rags, but only for a moment, before a hand snatched the ropes at her back and tugged her around. His other hand grabbed the chunk of meat that served as her pillow, and now, she could see that it was a length of human thigh which much of the hair covered skin intact. She was drug bodily through the shallow water, across smooth creek stones, until she was finally free of the cave. So close to him, the hair could hardly be considered fresh, and yet it smelt like roses in comparison to the carnal cubby she had been pulled from.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 10:18:10 PM)
*Gasps, yelps, and cries out, while she is dragged. The pain caused by movement simply overwhelming. She does nto even attempt to figure out where she is taken, but when they come out of the cave she is awake again. For a brief moment she forgets her pain, and with wide eyes looks around, hopefully.*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 10:22:05 PM)
She would find herself roughly dropped back onto the ground in the mud. Looking around, she would see the large mound she had just been pulled from and see the small stream that escaped it, spilling out into the bayou. It was night, but early still, and the full moon filled the swamp with light. It made the next site all the more abhorant. The cloaked figure that hovered over her tossed the chunk of human thigh out into the swamp. It caused a large splash just before two massive gators rose up in persuit. An ominous laugh escaped her captor in response as one of them inevitably reached it's mark before the other. "Getting faster, must keep up....."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 10:27:34 PM)
*Pants heavily, trying to maintain her position to prevent causing herself any more pain. She looks at the figure, or what she can see of him in her low position, and desides t use this opportunity to speak.* You won. I'm scared..I'm hurt. *she says in a beaten and shaken voice* You've held me tied up long enough...but that's fine...really. You can do that if you want. Why haven't you fucked me yet? That'd be fine too if that's what you want. Hell, I even welcoem you to it! ..if you just release me.

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 10:32:01 PM)
A brow, or what nobby ridge that served of one, rose curiously as the large figure leaned over her. Even stooped over as he was, he was large, and his heavily cloaked figure cast a deep shadow over her body. After staring at her for a moment with those piss yellow eyes he laughed, a deep bubbling laugh that sent a few specks of blood from his lips. "Fuck you, eh? You'll be better luck with the gators if that's what you need girl." And then those terrible webbed hands reached forward mercifully. The pain was agonizing as the ropes were tugged loose, but the agony was bliss, for it was...to some small small extent...freedom. His eyes narrowed dangerously then and she would see a mouth over flowing with fangs grin hungrily, "Don't move too quick now, rabbit....bayou has alot of nasty things in it...one might mistake a runner for lunch."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 10:37:13 PM)
OH! Aaaaah...*She moans out loud and squirms when her body looses the pinned-up tension and her limbs come to move. She turns to her face to lay in the mud and stretch herself, and just lays still for a while, carefully flexing her fingers to feel them again. Then she rolls aroudn again to her back, and breathes heavily up to the sky. She couldn't run...just yet.* Where's my stuff? *she asks with her best carefree tone*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 10:41:13 PM)
He chuckled low once more and shook his head. She would close enough to see the many leeches and other, fouler things that inhabited his flesh. They left trails of slime across his skin and writhed just beneath it's surface. "Not important, Tasha....", the name was spit forth with what may have been disdain, as if he found the concept of such rediculous. The massive gators loomed closer, she could see their glowing golden eyes skimming along the water's surface. "Oh, is that so?", he cocked his head as he approached before glancing back down to her. "They would like for you to tell them a story, human...."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 10:43:56 PM)
Are you sure about that? *she asks indifferently, not believing for one moment. She continues to watch the sky, hoping that strenght would soon return to her body. She woudl not even attempt an escape with these odds.* ...what kind..? *she adds, sounding more curious now*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 10:46:19 PM)
"They want to know you about....", he said, his raspy tone dripping with sarcasm and morbid humor. "They like to learn about what they eat...and they still believe I will give you to them like I have all the others. So tell them....", he glanced back to her as he moved to sit on a near by rock, "Now", and this last could be mistaken as nothing other than a command. He perched on his stone and receeded within his rags. Even in the light of the full moon his warped and monstrous form seemed to dissapear within their shadows.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 10:49:04 PM)
*Closes her eyes and swallows. She sure knew a command when she heard one. Without further hesitation, she spins the rusty wheels in her head to function, and then speaks again softly, without openign her eyes.* The name is not Tasha. The passport you found is a fake. That is why it is important. Fake IDs don't grow in trees you know... *then she flicks her eyes open and shoots a look towards him* ...I coudl get you one.

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 10:51:14 PM)
His head lifted slightly, revealing a wicked grin of needle-like fangs, glistening within the shadows of his hoods. "I would make a lovely model for the photo I am sure....continue your story." He glanced over to the water only a few short feet away, to the gleaming eyes that watched her oh so attentively. "They're listening..."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 10:53:53 PM)
*Looks back to the sky, trying not to think about the gators, or the piece of a man that she saw thrown to them a moemtn ago* I'm a runaway. *she says with a swallow* I am nobody, really... Like I told you before, we all have our own shit to deal with.

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 10:56:18 PM)
He grunted in morbid delight, "Of course you are a nobody, girl. You're a human. There are billions of you crawling across this planet, fouling it up with your filth and waste. No, tell them about you.....before they grow impatient..."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 11:01:02 PM)
*brings her hands to her face and groans into them, then rubs her eyes, trying to think* I was born in Petroskoi...that is in Russia. I am 23 years. I had....have a boyfriend. He's in jail. *she mumbles into her hands, but he can still hear it. Then she slips her hands off her face and loosk to the freak again* I have a little sister. Sweet thing. Sad that she's autistic...But she taught me, that it's okay to be a little different. *It sounds almost liek she was trying to sweet talk him*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 11:03:36 PM)
He grunted as his arms slipped from the shadows of his rags. One of his hands moved to his opposite forearm. His long spindly fingers coiled up, then flicked a large slug from his skin which proptly splattered with a slimy smack against the rocks. "The fake ID is to stay in the country then....", he mused quietly.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 11:06:32 PM)
*sighs a little, and looks up to the sky again. Her eyes fall half shut, makign her look tired. She certainly was.* Yeah... And for other things. Things for life.. *she licks her dry lips briefly before she continues, her voice soft and dreamy, like she was talking of dreams and luxury.* ...a bank account, a library card...to get inside nightclubs and...to donate blood.

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 11:08:17 PM)
That last part brought another morbidly humorous bought of laughter. The water rippled around the gators as well and it almost seemed as if they had joined in his sudden bout of mirth. "What are you running from?", this question came out of the blue as the laughter suddenly stopped. He leaned forward slightly and she could see those blood ringed eyes glaring at her through narrowed slits.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 11:11:07 PM)
Anyone who would be interested enough to follow. *she says indifferently* I don't think that anyone will. My parents gave very little thought to me and my sister. I don't think they could care less of what happened to me. I came here because.....well. It's America...

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 11:18:02 PM)
He nodded again again and rose up from the stone. His movements were more fluid than his gaunt and mishapen form should have allowed and yet he seemed a shadow as he crossed the few steps towards her. She would see the ridges along the alligator's spines as they rose just a bit more from the water, but they remained still...as if awaiting their master's final verdict. His hand reached down, resting lightly on her shoulder as he spoke quietly in his rasping whisper, "I could use you, girl.....I could use one to go out amongst the city to retrieve...things....I need..... You could suffice...perhaps...enough to earn your survival....." His voice, terrible as it was, reached deep inside of her. That spark, that beast, they cried out against the thought of submission and servitude began to calm. It was like her very will was being stolen away, and yet it the peace it bestowed was a blissful nirvana compared to the past night's events.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 11:22:58 PM)
*Sighs heavily, and brings a hand to her face again, maybe so that she didn't have to look at him. Or perhaps she just hads a headache.* Yes, whatever you want.. *she says quietly* You didn't have to...do all this...to make me help you. I mean, come oooon, let's just....be friends. *her voice trails off towards the end*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 11:26:14 PM)
The scent of dead fish, putrid water, and old blood assailed her as he loomed in behind her. He was a horrific creation, a monstrous by all accounts, and yet even as she felt him draw near that park of her that should be recoiling found it's voice weak and soft. "It will not be all bad....", he admitted in a chill whisper against her ear. "In return for your service I will make you immortal...you will never age...you will be stronger, tougher...than any human could hope to be....."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 11:28:57 PM)
*shakes her head* Really...you don't have to promise me anything. I'll get you what you need if you just let me go. And I'll never tell, that's a word of honor! After delivery...*she lifts her hand off her face and snaps her finger in the air* ...you'r out of my head. Never was there. That's a promise.

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 11:32:45 PM)
His voice hissed in a cruel chuckle against her ear, "No.....no girl.... I offer immortality because you will serve for all time. It is why I gift you....your sacrifice will be great....", and with that final promise his mouth spread open and his fangs angled in. There came a shock of pain, and then bliss, ecstacy that stole her wits and nearly paralyzed her. A large shock would come as the rubbery skin of his wrist pressed against her gasping lips, allowing the thick foul vitae drip into her mouth from a wound his own nails had rent.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 11:36:34 PM)
Shhht! *she hisses, and tries to resist the freaky faction. But the drug already in her veins is too powerful, and she finally gives in and lets it happen. She swallows in what she is given, with less and less dignity, and ever more surrender and joy.*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 11:45:08 PM)
The vicious liquid slid down her throat like motor oil, and despite the foulness of it's flavor, it filled her with a surge of life that could not be put in words. The bound settled into her mind and soul as surely as the caustic fluid settled within her gut. After a few seconds his wrist was ripped away and she would find that his fangs no longer pierced her flesh. Instead a long slime covered tongue slithered over her wounds, closing them in it's wake. "Yes....very good child.....soon you will see that I am all you need....we will protect each other...."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 11:47:57 PM)
Shit..*she repronounces the word she was about to say before. Then adds another weak:* ...fuck...*to it. That's really all she could say about it all.*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 11:50:54 PM)
His lashing tongue left her a bloody mess, yet the myriad of wounds his fangs had made on her skin were gone. "You will see...", he promised with another small morbid cackle before rising up from behind her. He marched back to his stone at the edge of the stream and resumed his roost atop it, watching her closely. The gators had drawn back from the land's edge now, resuming their idle float further our in the swamp. Still, she could feel their glowing eyes upon her, ever watchful.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 14, 2011 11:54:40 PM)
*Slumps herself forward to a sitting position. She looks at her wirey arms, filthy and on gooze-bumps. And the damaged wrists on her lap. She rubs one wrist with the opposing hand and sighs, but strangely, feels stronger than a moment ago.* Now what? *she asks with her back still turnet to him*

Croc (Jul 14, 2011 11:57:23 PM)
He grunted with amusement. With the blood stirring her emotions and edging him closer to her heart with each passing moment, she could see a hint of curiosity in those piss colored eyes that was hidden by his monstrous nature only moments before. "You stay here with me another day.....our bond of loyalty with grow stronger in that time.....and it will give you time to learn."