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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Elena noted the strange limb, her gaze focusing it as soon as her orbs were able to focus. The one thing that distracted her was the way he seemed to... laugh at her. The female blinked for a moment, did she stutter? As the man rose, it had been in the same way as before; how did his body work anymore? It looked so rigid. How has she let him beat her? Now that was going to wound her pride. He seemed to think he was already dead; nothing to live for, which only would help her dispatch him further. He had nothing to truly fight for, and those were her favourite. To see their life fade from them, knowing that there was nothing else in store for them; all they could do was embrace death. Yet, somehow, they all tried to cling to life so hopelessly. <br/>
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A soft snort left her as he commented on his usual treatment of women. She knew he obviously wished to know more about his enemies by keeping her there, but she didn't assume sexual pleasure would be one of his desires. Not many men dared, then again, he had knocked her out. Most men were dealt with and discarded, much as he did with women. "You think you have conquered me?" A loud, joyful laugh escaped her before he neared her. "You can take my body, you can take my weapons and my clothes, but you will never conquer me." She growled softly, a clear threat as her gaze locked with his. <br/>
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As the knife brushed her long raven curls from her large bust, the female gazed up toward him with a rather unamused expression as she listened to him. "Lets not forget you will never feel the full amount of pleasure I can bestow. And I surely don't see you being able to wield my blades. They are not for the hands of oafs." A soft chuckle escaped her lips. "You expect me to expose my orders, for what?" A mischievous smile crossed her lips as she glared up toward him. "A disgraced piece of dirt who has no control over his sexual desires or his body wishes to know why someone would want him dead." Another laugh escaped her. "Surely you must know who you have disrespected. Don't expect me to fill in what you should already know."<br/>
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Elena was beyond furious at being tied up like a helpless, young girl when she was the complete opposite. She was one of the strongest people she knew. And she'd trained with a good deal of soldiers. "I'm not going to tell you a damn thing." The raven haired woman spat at his feet, cocking her chin up in defiance as she glared up toward him. "Save us both some time and just kill me. I'll be dead weight if you carry me around like some slave. Not to mention, if you didn't drag us far enough... the blood hounds will be coming, and they'll be coming quickly." There was a glisten of intent in her eyes. </span>