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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Elana cursed the fact that he smirked as he lay out her clothing; it was just amusing to him. In her mind, it was awful. No control, nothing of her own. The rage was building, simmering beneath the surface as she tried to maintain composure. If she lost herself to anger; it would all be lost. Anger wasn't going to work with this fiend, and she knew it. He had plans to move them, she wanted to know where but she knew he wouldn't tell her anything. She was nothing to him, Elena needed to find a way to get more information. And to show him she wasn't simply going to be his slave for whatever purposes he desired; no, she was not the slave kind. Even though she was being forced, it would never become her nature, she would never be broken.<br/>
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The female had noticed the way he'd slightly leaned into their kiss, which made her curious as to what he wanted, truly wanted. The assassin paused as she felt the cold, stone like arm brush between them, and between her legs. Elena stilled as she felt his thumb hover, before a soft shock gave a slight, sharp intake of breath. She didn't bless him with a whimper. Once she was left be, the female glanced toward her clothing. "So would I, but I guess that's out of the question." The female growled softly. "I tried to kill you, granted," The female rolled her eyes some. "Clearly I failed, I'll be on my way. You could just let me go." The raven haired woman eyed him as she stepped into her leather pants, tugging them up over her curved and toned thighs before fastening them. Next, she eased the corset over her hourglass shaped figure, it rested just over her pants. "Yes sir," The female mocked as she checked over her clothing. She missed her shoes, but apparently he wasn't taking to being decent. He just needed her covered.<br/>
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The raven haired woman stepped from the cave, glancing toward the glimmering light that seemed all too bright for her eyes as they struggled to adjust. "You do realize that I'm not the only one coming for you, Joel." It was the first time she'd let his name leave her lips. "I'm one of many he'll send, and now that I've failed, I'll also be on that list." The woman cocked her brow at him before she made it to his side, keeping her arms crossed under her soft mounds. "Having me at your side means we're worth a hefty bounty, more than we're worth alone. That's going to get some attention." Her voice lowered softly. There was no fear in her voice, it was what is was. Elena didn't fear death. "So, you could at least arm me. Or we can die dishonorably, or heaven forbid be taken as slaves... oh wait." The woman tapped the collar slightly with a soft sigh. "I hope they do capture us, then maybe you will know the irritation of being a slave to someone else's whim."<br/>
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Elena didn't move her gaze from him. "So, where are we going? Oh... And call me Elena. I'm not just some goddamn assassin you can remove an identity from. You will use my name." Her voice was stern. If there was a weakness she had; it was pride. Sometimes it managed to creep out, and since she was so tired and aching, she cared less. "We need to find somewhere to bathe, too." There was no shift in her tone, or her gaze. She simply stared at him expectantly, hoping he would at least want to bathe, even if he didn't want to arm her in case of an attack.</span>