Rina's take on the situation

Rina looked at herself in the mirror in her bedroom. She had started to go through some of her outfits that she had begun trying them on one after the other. She did this immediately after she came back into her room. She put the outfit she walked into her bedroom with, which had been covered in wet stains, in the cleaners and began looking through her closet for outfits a good girl would wear.

If anyone who knew her walked in right then they would be shocked. A few would even panic, saying she was being mind-controlled and they should grab Wolverine. Wolverine to stop her before she'd killed them all in a feral, mind-controlled rampage that she was about to enter. Rina didn't care because she had a daddy to make proud, a parent that seemed to be actually interested in her.

For most of her life, Rina had no one. She had no friends, no families, just a string of different mentors across different times of her life training her to do a job. When she was a child, that job was to slit throats to impress her mom. When she became a teenager, it was to beat up bad guys to impress her dad.

Neither cared in the end, and for friends, well, well, assassins don't get friends; the best they get are handlers who tell them who their next target is. When she became a hero as a teenager, you think she would have gotten friends as she fought back to back with other heroes. Sadly, that was no for her, as she was too much like her dad, a loose cannon with a temper to match. As well as the fact that her psychic claws scared people, which she always thought was crap considering they worked with rogue just fine and her mere touch could put you in a coma for a week if you were lucky.

She had her hopes rinkled when she'd become an adult around her 18th birthday when her mom came back from the dead. Her return was heralded by her heroics all over the news as she saved people all over the world. Rina could still remember the heartache when she tracked down her mom looking to reconnect and got told that her dear old mom didn't want to spend time with a weapon from her past.

So yeah, she turned out to be a worse parent than Logan, despite the fact he spent most of the time they had together pretending she wasn't his. Though everyone knew simply from the fact she looked like a female version of him. So yeah, she didn't really have the greatest family experience.

So when she went screaming out of that office, she broke completely. Reduced to nothing more than a horny animal, she didn't really expect help. Honestly, what little of her mind was left at that exact moment was crying as she realized they probably were just going to go to chuck in her cell and say good riddance as they wouldn't have to deal with Rina Logan ever again.

Then she saw Charlia walk up to her, figuring this was it. Charlia was going to call the others over, and they would talk about how she, the hero wild thing, had finally lost her mind. Then they'd talk about how she would be locked away forever and how it was the best course of action; really, they had no other choice despite the fact they would never try to fix her. All the while she just played in the dirt, moaning like a bitch in heat, unable to say anything to stop them.

But to her shock, Charlia didn't call on anyone. Sure, she told Rina in the coldest voice she'd ever heard she was a bitch, but then she said John wanted a good girl. Then all of a sudden she could speak and she could stand. She was no longer being controlled by her instincts, as thoughts of how good it felt to be in John's lap as his hand went through her hair flooded her mind.

Soon all of the bad feral thoughts cleared, Charlia was gone, and Rina was left to her room doing what she was now. Trying to find the best outfits in her wardrobe that made her look good for Daddy. Daddy! Oh, how good it feels! Rina thought for the first time in her life someone wants her to be their little girl. She's a bit old for adoption, but you're never too old to bend over for your daddy, as they say.

Rina continued to try on more and more outfits, both plain and risque, in her bedroom mirror. Wanting to look her best for when she would next meet Daddy John. Probably using the mirror more in just the last couple of hours than she had in years. Though as rins gazed at herself in the mirror she didn't think about this she merely kept trying to find the best outfit to be in fur her daddy.

Meanwhile, the Phoenix watched her from the office, using her power psychic abilities to do so. "Hmmm, it seems you've done a good job, Charlia." Phoenix said in a cold but slightly proud voice. Charlia didn't respond verbally as she was currently between Phoenix's legs, but she did lick harder, harder, showing she was quite happy with her mistress's praise.

" Hmmm." Phoenix moaned out in a mix of curiosity and pleasure. She had thought Charles rebirth into Charlia would cause her to lose all of her psychic abilities. Being reduced to a physical powerhouse rather than a psychic one, it would seem Charlia kept some of Charles psychic abilities.

The Phoenix decided not to worry about it for now as it had been beneficial for her and, more importantly, her master so far. But the moment Charlia threatened her and her master's little paradise, well, well, she wouldn't hesitate to deal with her. Phoenix wrapped her legs around Charlia, head squeezing her head a bit tightly, a promise of what was to come if Charlia ever dared to challenge the Phoenix. As Charlia licked her mistress pussylike the eager, obedient whore she was.