Her face was still contorted from the various explosions she had witnessed. His mind was gone, carefully diluted into a wild slime. She no longer felt like the prime predator she had been for centuries, now, thanks to these humans, her animal instincts had taken over; his soul reeled under the song of his bloodlust. With a wild leap, he felt the cool, dry atmosphere of the plane's interior bathe his battered form. He saw streams of the whore's blood dotting the beige carpet. The sweet scent of his blood sent a tantalizing wave through her. He spoke to his inner monster, to his close relative, to that part he kept hidden and only showed on special occasions and terrible circumstances. Her teeth, incisors, canines and molars cascaded from her mouth. They fell to the ground, like the discarded skin of a snake. The wild and untamed part of her developed its untamed ferocity. His pink gums chipped and fractured. Needle-like incisors began to emerge from his mouth; a gate of sharp barbed wire flexed inside his lips. Her vision was changing, the transformation was tearing at her eyesight. A black and white tint has blotted out every color of the rainbow; he swallowed light and refraction in his empty and abysmal pupil. He managed to maintain rudimentary control over his creatures and creations. The Golems and homunculi, who breathed and fought outside these vessels, did so only by his will. He had to retain one last part of his intelligence; he had made one become a hybrid of both of his forms. The floor began to twist beneath her; he felt his gravitational pull change. Her inner ear and directional instincts told her that something had moved. That the quarters he now occupied, this metal coffin with wings, had enough… half of paper… he pricked it with a long medical needle. He felt a liquid toxin enter his bloodstream and paralyze every muscle as it made its way to his toes. From under a plush recliner, the monster pulled out a pair of shackled handcuffs. “If they feel any kind of resistance or tension from you, they're built with a very effective acid right at the wrist... the capsule will break, and before you can even take them off, they'll cut your hands to the bone. .. On behalf of the United States of A and the Government of Argentina we would like to extend our hospitality and inform you of your new status: Miss Man Jaku, you are now a prisoner of war." He snapped the handcuffs around her extremities and, as an afterthought, placed a metal collar around her neck. All 3 pieces of silver beeped with terrible certainty. This devil had given her poisoned jewelry. “Bitch, welcome to Hell...”