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Angelica lay there, still not being given her name yet, and her body glowing slightly even after her master left the room. Her body continued to ache from the phantom pains it had and the memory of the two males, Tessseen, a reptilian anthro, and Purrghhh, a feline anthro. She had been tied by her own hair and thrust into from both sides, pulled and stretched by them as they took pleasure in her pain and her body. Tessseen nearly crushing her with his reptilian snake like body, Purrghhh having bit at her throat and breast, drawing blood. When she was like she was now, in her natural and true form, she could not be hurt, other than from being alone, mostly because of the nature of her body. However, in her other forms, she became that, blood, flesh, bone. She could be hurt and even killed, and while the injuries themselves do not carry to her natural form, the damage done by them can.



As she lay there and tried to heal the best she could, she felt around with her mind and trying to sense if anyone else was there, though she could not seem to feel through the walls. She looked at the pictures and still did not understand them, wondering how they got the beings in them to stay so still, and why she could feel nothing from them. As she scanned however she did feel a small presence in the room with her, coming from the mattress she was on. It wasn’t like the others that have been here; it was more like the female fox she used to get for company and to keep her alive.



She moved around a little, trying to find where the small thing was, looking under the mattress and then seeing something scurry out. She watched it a moment then as it came back caught the small brown mouse, feeling the fur and holding the diminutive creature in one pseudo-hand as it wiggled and tried to get free of her. She just watched it while holding the tip of the tail gently and wondering what it was as well as if she was to do something with it. Having not been told that she could have him she set him down and just laid on the bed, watching him go about his business as her body started to dim.



It was fun to watch her new friend scurry about his chores and move from here to the slightly open dresser in one part of the room. Stocking and building as he made his way, seeming undisturbed by anything that had happened moments before, or that he was being watched. She was not a threat to him, she did not look or smell like danger so in his puny brain, she was nothing, just like the pictures on the wall were to her.



The mouse looked up suddenly and then darted for the mattress and back to where he had been before as he heard something coming back. The hard footsteps and slight murmur of talking heard through the door told her it was her master, and maybe some one else. In the time she had to rest she managed to heal herself, and wondered what she would have to do now.