Lamar laughed softly, and pushed Lena down to the floor. Her head knocked against the tile, but not enough to bleed. He grinned into her dazed eyes, and tilted her head to the side with the fingers on his free hand. Leaning over her body, he pressed his lips against her ear and whispered, "I'm going to enjoy... Breaking you, my little slave. You are the rebellious kind, I can tell, I've been doing this for... Far too long, to not catch the scent of rebellion and femininity that comes from your disgusting human pours."<br/><br/>Licking her neck with a long, slow stroke, he nicked her skin with his teeth and let a few drops of blood cascade over his tongue.<br/><br/>"You taste tart... And strong... I look forward to my first meal."<br/><br/>Reaching down between her legs, he added, "I do not taste virgin blood within you... Are you no longer pure?"<br/><br/>[ooc: also, let me know if she's dressed or not now.]