She stubbornly held onto the bottle, despite the knife like pain in her arm.  At least, she tried too for as long as her tense muscles would let her.  And then she surrendered and the thing fell to the floor and shattered, an easy metaphor for all the anger she had just summoned.  It wanted to escape, to crash against something and break into a million pieces.<br/><br/>Nora tried not to wiggle or shift as he spoke to her.  She didn't want to show fear or concern, so she stubbornly chose to remain silent as the bar's owner taunted her.  She had known enough about him to know that trying to fight someone in his bar was at best foolish and at worst...Really fucking dumb.  Her mind had not been on the rules when she had saw the demon's face.  All she could see was the image of William dying slowly before her and that<i>thing </i>having a nearly orgasmic look on its face as she screamed and begged and pleaded.  It fed off pain and sorrow and she had been its meal that night.<br/><br/>Slow steps allowed him to more easily guide her to the back of the bar and the spanking comment was the first thing he had said that pulled a reaction out of her.<br/><br/>"I'd heard you were sort of a fucker when it came to your rules, but I didn't realize you were quite so kinky."  She said, mostly deadpan, as she continued forward.  There would be consequences for what she had just done, and now that her head was starting to clear, she was sort of cursing herself for use seeing blood like she had.  It would have been better to make the demon think he was safe and go after him outside the bar, but she couldn't rewind time.<br/><br/>She shuffled into his office and waited for him to release her, and once he did, she turned to face him rubbing her wrist.  "Look if you're going to cast me into some other realm or whatever, you should probably just get on with it.  I'd like to get a head start on getting back to my own plane of existence..."