"Yes, thats fine." The cat girl said, softly purring and blushing as she was pleasurably massaged. Amy was waiting there at the table smiling with cute chocolate marks around her mouth as she linked the plate. She saw Ocax and the girl and smiled. "Oh who is she?" She asked curiously. The Girl blushed and said a weak hello.
"This is Rhona, Amy." Ocax answered, patting Rhona's shoulders gently. "She's one of the slaves I rescued." he added, before going over to the freezer and taking out the box of fish fillets, starting to prepare some.
"Hi!" Amy said cheerfully and the two girls began to talk for awhile as the food was prepared. But as the food was prepared there was another groan from the room, some one else was waking up now. "Go ahead...I can work a microwave." the newly released cat girl said sincerely.
"Sure, if you say so. Don't make a mess now!" Ocax added, before leaving the kitchen and heading into the other room again, poking his head through the door. "Hello?"
This time it was the Target who stirred, her eyes opening slowly as she sat up. "Where...am I?" She asked herself more than anyone else. After a few sniffs of the air she knew enough, she was not in the mansion. Eyes wide with panic, she spotted the closest window and began to run to it, obviously planing on escaping back to her mistress through that.
"Hey! Calm down!" Ocax grabbed her arms and held her tight against his body, not letting her get to the window. "Don't worry, you're safe! Don't worry, you're safe!" he repeated to her, making sure she knew that she was.
The woman struggled furiously in his arms, even as he tried to calm her until finally, exhausted and overpowered, she slumped into his arms and began to cry. "Mistress....Oh mistress..." She sobbed softly, clearly not in her right state of mind. Ocax would need more background information to be sure, but she showed every sign of third degree Stockholm syndrome. This was already turning into one of the worst cases he had ever seen, and would probably require him to house the nameless slave in a safe room from where she could neither escape nor harm herself in. But all these steps were for Ocax to decide, but right now he needed and immediate solution for the sobbing woman in his arms.
"No, you're not a slave anymore!" Ocax told her, still holding her tight. "You're not a slave, you're free now, and you're safe with me." he added, bringing her back to the bed, and laying her down on it. "Are you alright?"
"No!" She screamed, waking Naomi in her rage, making the mouse girl jump and fall off the bed. "My mistress! My mistress! Send me back! My mistress!" She cried out, struggling once more, trying to free herself.
"Stop it! You're not going back!" Ocax grunted, still holding her tightly. "You're not going back to that horrid place, where they'll only torture you even more!"