<span style="font-family:Philosopher"><span style="font-size: 15px">There was a scant moment where she did not - <i>could not </i>- comprehend the man's words over the roaring of her blood in her head. Wakana jerked, cold fingers teasing over pale skin that oddly just worsened the sensations. Her skin felt hot, taut and the barest touch wrenched another gasp from her lungs. His hands followed the skittish movement without missing a beat, and she fought not to shudder as his thumb brushed downwards, pointedly pressing down. The piece of jewelry encircling her neck shook gently in response, bringing with it a ghost of the sensations that had assailed her earlier. Try as she might, she felt her already unsteady pulse quicken as Kaenta idly ordered the ring to heat up again. She recognized the heat before the pain came, and trembled against his hand.<br/>
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He was toying with his cheap, artificial power over her. It sent something inside her further aflame, and Wakana took a deep breath against the pain. Having gotten intense shocks earlier had allowed her this time to bear the early stages, if one ignored the tension in her muscles. She took a long look at him and was unsettled at what she saw in his eyes, the earlier look he had was nothing against the brief flash of something... Monstrous. Ironic as it was, the <i>kirin's </i>mind could only come up with that word as she saw the cruel fascination in this human. She could read intentions as clear as day, even with the briefest glimpses allowed to her. Even if Kaenta was good at hiding his facial expressions... There was no one who could ever lie to someone of her kind.<br/>
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And oh, she saw it.<br/>
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Was it really such a rush of power, using dirty methods to control someone else? Wakana knew the fear in her had not gone completely, but she was not about to allow him to control her with it. Her uncontrolled </span></span><span style="font-family:font1522365474"><span style="font-size: 15px">expressions</span></span><span style="font-family:Philosopher"><span style="font-size: 15px"> earlier had given Kaenta delight, hadn't it? Now, any emotions clouded over as she smiled at him, graceful and demure if it weren't for the way she stared back. The eyes he had so admired were now a cold jade. She was still raised with etiquette and manners, a perfect lady when the situation called for it. Even if she was sprawled beneath him, trembling in pain. If he thought she had completely submitted after this, then he was in for an unpleasant surprise. No, she had never been a physical fighter. But she could still keep him from ever attaining the satisfaction he sought from her...<br/>
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"Such a cheap 'language', as expected from a human. Very well, if it gives you that validation you so crave." Her cold, crisp voice enunciated the words smoothly, devoid of intonation. Wakana parted her lips, allowing her tongue to poke out, but there was nothing submissive about the way she did as he asked. There was a clear intent of mockery in it.</span></span>