"Found a group of sinners trying to pass through the mountains and leave the Whitetails. Got 'em locked in the cages waiting for your inspection." One of the Peggies stood at the entrance of the tent where Jacob was leaned over a table that had a map stretched across its surface.

Within moments, the tall red-headed man had stepped out from inside the tent, battle-hardened eyes glaring down at the God-stricken Peggy before him. The cool mountain air carried the scent of pine and damp earth as he moved.

In all his years alive, Jacob has been through hell and back. Serving in the military left him cursed to live with the horrors day after day. While he didn't quite believe in the claims Joseph had over the good Lord speaking to him, there was one thing that seemed more than correct in his eyes; the arrival of the collapse.

"Let's see what we have," Jacob grunts, boots thudding against the damp ground as he neared the large animal cages holding people either by themselves or in groups of two or more. The metallic clang of the cages echoed in the still air.

There was a heavy tension in the air. Fear in the eyes of the prisoners. Muffled cries and whimpers making the older man scoff in amusement. He neared the cages that had been filled with the escapees, inspecting each one with a scrutinizing gaze.

One in particular caught his eye. A young woman with tears streaking her beautiful cheeks and trembling like a leaf. She seemed all too pure to be among the sinners. Yet the sight of her in the cage stirred within him.

"Separate that one. Stick the others with the rest of the herd," Jacob ordered. "I want her prepped to leave with me shortly."

The van rumbled along the road. Jacob was settled in the back, across from him was the young woman he'd recently taken his claim to. Fastened around her neck was a thick leather collar with a lock that only he had the key to. The scent of oil and metal filled the confined space.

The claim of her as a pet was meant to be humiliating to the woman. He had no shame in letting his men know that this little pet belonged to him.

By the time they reached the bunker, Jacob was tugging her behind him. He could care less if she stumbled or tripped, forcing her to drag herself. Deeper and deeper into the bunker, passing many Peggy guardsmen and heavy reinforced doors, they soon reached his private quarters.

The room, while the walls were thick cold concrete, seemed rather normal. Aside from the cage pretty similar to the ones that she was initially held in. Jacob dragged the woman over and shoved her inside. "You'll be staying here for the time being," he kneeled down to her height, grinning wickedly through the bars. "Be a good girl and this won't be so bad. Disobey and you'll be punished. Understand, sweetheart?" He drawled, his voice low and menacing.