Cut him free.

Shiki was just going to leave her there, but a thought passed her mind. Or maybe it was just a voice of kindness telling her to do so. Maybe she just felt like it. Shiki turned around, and returned to the man, cutting the bindings around his wrists, and letting him stand up free. Carter was only able to stare in disbelief and bewilderment at Shiki's odd actions. It was like the girl did anything on a whim if she just felt like it or something, regardless of how illogical it was. "Don't try anything funny." She warned, a hand behind her waist where her knife was located. "I'll cut you down in a second if you try to do something or run off."

"Yeah, yeah, I understand. So, where we off to?"

"My apartment. I was going to get some food from there, but I guess you're coming along now. I still need answers out of you, so you'll be living with me for a bit."

"Oho. That's quite a weird way to hold someone captive. Do you trust me enough now that we had a little chit-chat?"

"I know you're not all that tough. Try anything, and I'll cut your balls off. I don't need my knife to do that."

For the next few days, they 'lived' together. Despite holding him as a captive for questioning, Carter wasn't tied down or cuffed at all, nor was he being held somewhere locked. It was almost as if Shiki didn't care if he ran off and went back to **** girls and all again. The only thing keeping him coming back was just the threat of her hunting him down if he did, and there was an inkling of a chance that she would be able to. Over the next few days, he did open up enough to tell her about the job. He was just a kidnapper, and not even one who was part of the organization. Rather, he was more 'contracted', someone outside who was paid to go and capture girls for them. They'd be dropped off at a Warehouse down by the docks, and his job was done from there. All he knew after was that the girls were trained there, and then sent to the United States to be sold and trained further if needed. The main hub was over there, and if she wanted to take down this organization for good, she'd have to travel to the United States.

All the while as he slowly fed her information, Shiki tended to him. She cooked and fed him, massaged him from time to time, and even surprisingly joined him for a walk, acting as a tour guide for him all around Mifune. It had turned into a strange relationship, where the two were fairly acquainted, and even at times vaguely intimate.

It was night today, and she had just finished her walk. Coming back in, she found him sitting at the corner of the studio, relaxing as best as he could against the wall. "Oh hey, you're back, Shiki. How was it tonight?"

"It was fine. I don't know why you ask. You don't have to."

"Geez, don't gotta give me the cold shoulder. We've known each other a bit now, at least open up a bit. Is this how you always are?" Shiki just coldly stared at Carter as she put away her jacket, before going to her fridge to pull out a bottle of water and a container of ice cream. "Well, anyways I came up with an idea while I've been couped up here. Wanna hear it?"

"Oh? Shiki replied, sitting down on her bed to begin eating. "Shoot it."

"Simple: I've been wanting to move up the ranks a while ago. I was thinking of training some girls and using it as proof of experience and stuff to become an official Slaver, but then you happened. Well, I was thinking if I record myself training you as a ****, then maybe I can get us pretty far. Don't you think that's smart? Letting a guy into their ranks and having him smuggle you into their base, heh? That way, you don't have to do all this fighting and stuff. Just leave it to me and I'll open the gates for you in, like a Trojan horse or something."