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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Elena had hoped to be alone longer; maybe she could've found some rest while he'd been gone. In all honesty, she'd had no idea how long he'd been gone, there was no way she could've known. If she hadn't been awake, the grinding sound of stone ebbing through the cave was surely enough to wake anyone from a deep sleep. The female winced slightly as she saw a glimpse of light trickle in, it was odd after being in the dark for a while, her eyes still had to adjust. The woman didn't care for the things he dropped, but she did care as he began to step toward her. The only thing that gave her some kind of peace was the smell of fresh rain that trickled into the dark cave. It wasn't enough to cause her to relax, certainly not with the man approaching her.<br/>
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The female inhaled swiftly as she felt a grip fasten in her hair. The woman almost jumped from the shock she felt touch her skin; it was... strange. The act was even stranger; what was he doing? It wasn't long before she felt something cold, most likely metal, fit around her neck. The way it weighed down onto her once it was fastened made her confused. Magic? It felt as if she had a hefty weight around her, almost wanting to drag her down to the floor. A soft sigh escaped her dry lips as she felt his grip fade. Elena was almost about to speak when she felt a sharp blade tingle along her soft, toned rear. A deep inhale echoed from her as she heard the familiar cutting of rope; and soon enough, she began to feel freedom in her limbs. It seemed he wasn't done; the blade sent tingles along her flesh, and caused small goosebumps to raise. A genuine hint of fear crossed over her as she felt the sharp blade taunt between her firm cheeks, causing her body to stiffen slightly. <br/>
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It completely surprised her that the bindings fell away from her arms as well. She was... somewhat free. That couldn't be a good thing. Elena paused, hearing the word from his lips and the glow that ebbed from her collar. To be wearing a collar was bad enough, she was no hound or pet. Apparently, he saw her as one. Thankfully, the lights seemed to dim, although.... one seemed to linger. It didn't sit well with Elena, she didn't like magic. Poisons and potions were one thing, magic... it was something else. If he'd seen fit to remove her bindings, she knew it couldn't mean anything good for her.<br/>
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The brunette managed to sit up, edging to rest on her rear and ease herself against the wall. For once, she wasn't lashing out. She simply stared toward her captor with a rageful intention. "Why?" It was the only word she could muster, almost as if she was asking why he was suddenly giving her freedom; what good would it do for him? In an instant, she lunged forward onto one risen knee; her right hand, that she'd planned to hit him with didn't move. It just... didn't respond. It was as if her brain didn't even get the message to her body. The female felt her brows knitting together as she gazed down. "So that's why.... But even then, why are my limbs useful for you if you're just going to keep me locked away in some dark, cold cave." Her words were filled with venom, almost like her gaze as she rose up to her feet.<br/>
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After brushing herself off, the female gazed toward her captor. So... she couldn't hurt him.. It made her curious, did it mean all interaction? The woman took a step forward, nothing. She stepped until her form was almost pressed up against him. Her naked, supple frame seemed to be revealed more from the soft glow of the gems. "Hm." She murmured as she leaned up onto her toes, her hands pressed up to his chest before circling his neck. Nothing seemed to stop her. It was just violent. Maybe ill-intentions. With a swift check, she pressed her lips to his own. It was a weird thing to do, but she wondered if... painful actions in a romantic setting also stopped. Her lips danced over his, caressing before she nipped his lower lip in a rather playful manner, tugging back on the flesh. She did notice that it wasn't as hard as she wanted to bite; the collar restricted her. A soft huff escaped her as she pulled away from him for a moment. "Well done, you've ripped out my claws. What for? To beat me without me striking you back?"</span>