Moonspear Perhaps, a bad decision (Intruder)

A feeling of gratification overruled the rumbles in his stomach when the female agreed to be his slave. He thought himself lord and master of the mountain already, of course, but to own a thrall would be even better. Control over others' lives made him feel in control of his own — to bring others down automatically brought him up.

A wicked snarl painted his face as she agreed and he said, "Very well. Clean this filth up." He turned to Dash and Harley with his instructions. Then he turned to the female once more to inform her: "Your name will be Filth — until you have proven yourself of any use to us, that is the only name you know." Whatever her name would've been, it was no longer so, and he did not care for her old identity. This was all she had now.