cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

'Well,' Remi all but purrs, waiting for the chemicals to sing through his bloodstream. "-we both know I am not most people." No, he was a monster whose last orgasm had quite literally been forced out of him by some robotic wanking-machine.

The sedative doesn't do much, but lord it does enough. Hoping off of the table, Remi rolls his head from left to right over his shoulders before following Isla. It crosses his mind as it so often does, just how easily he could kill her right now. Shedding his boiler suit would take only a handful of seconds, and then he could be on her in a flash. She'd be nothing but a bundle of bloody clothes before the alarm could sound more than a few chimes.

He wonders if she thinks about that too.

His cell room is small. Painted Pepto Bismol pink (remember that study someone did once, of inmates in a prison who behaved better with pink walls? Yeah, well some asshole thought it'd be cute to try it out on a Wendigo), on first glance it looked like just a room, with a bed, a desk, and dresser. Of course on closer inspection one would see that everything was bolted down, the furniture was nothing more than fiberboard so that it couldn't be used as a weapon, and there were no sharp edges. Oh, and there were about half a dozen cameras.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!