The male’s grip on her throat tightened slightly as if reminding her that her very life was in his hands at this moment in time. The words she let forward were foreign on her tongue, but she knew somehow that he would expect her to respond to his question in his language. His clawed hand tilted her head one way then the other, as he seemed to inspect her like one would a horse. Looking at her features as if dissecting her, she knew she was different to him and no doubt was different to their own females.<br/><br/>His hissed words, just before he squeezed her neck once more, made a shiver go down her back. Her windpipe and oxygen supply restrained for a moment before he released her throat as he asked her name. She bit down on her bottom lip before she spoke “ Skylar” she watched as he once more stalked across the room, his pace steady and direct as he approached the large desk before pulling out a bottle and later two cups which he used to fill each of the cups to just over half full.<br/><br/>Skylar remained rooted in place, unsure what to do now. Before the large towering form once more turned towards her and eyed her form as he motioned towards her with one of the drinks in his hands. The command so straightforward and blunt, like he was telling her to take a seat. But he wasn’t he expected her to undress before him. She shifted nervously as she looked at her form, her hands awkwardly moved to pull off the purple dress which was covered in blood anyway, until it pooled around her ankles, leaving her clad in nothing but lacy black underwear before him. Her hands rising to shield herself from his sight.