Wishful Thinking

A clacking of teeth, a growl of anger and fear. A small, young shape shifter struggled against a collar around her neck, dearly wanting it off. It was next to impossible with tied back hands and an dullness of the voices in their head Soon, the being stopped and glared at the door that spilled light into the room, revealing an agent of an organization that is feared by her kind, a NOGA agent. No one does escape them. The shape shifter only glared at their captor, itching to tear the human's flesh for what they have done to them. The man only shook his head with a sigh, closing his eyes, "Taming you is much more harder than I thought."