Roxy growled low in her throat. If she had her knife the old creep would be so dead. One of these days he was going to learn to not touch her. One of the guards shoved her with a tazer her reminding her that she was suppose to be following the other guard. She didn't want to but fighting the guards would only make things worse. 

Suddenly the doors opened. A girl with long jet black hair was escorted into the room. Her brown eyes swept the room evaluation each person in the room. Unlike the others she didn't wear a prison uniform instead she wore a old leather black biker jacket over a black lacy tshirt. Her black leather pants fit like a second skin and were tucked into old black leather biker boots. But the oddest thing about her appearance was the thick black collar around her neck. [color=8882be]"Met my pet. She has the ability to change into a black panther."[/color] He caress her neck above the collar. [color=8882be]"This keeps her from leaving the facility. Which she has already tried to do once."[/color]