<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Dhiren laughed softly when he heard the soft flapping of wings, and almost anticipated the demoness as she landed on him. Her arm wound around his throat as he chuckled, and he let her tail pull his hands free of the helpless slave girl. She straightened completely as the tiny woman crumbled to the ground, shaking uncontrollably. "I can pay for damages." He said with a laugh. "But I have no intention of taking the girl away with me." He pushed at her with his foot, catching her ribs, and another, more strangled, yelp tore from her. Again, he felt the sing of regret, but it would not pause him for long. No sooner had the flicker crossed his conscience than he became fascinated with tapping the girl with the toe of his boot, listening to her cries for help. "No no... It's be cruel to buy her now, don't you agree? She wouldn't last long in my play." <br/>
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Briefly dark orbs flickered up to the demoness, and he gave an inward smirk. Her pretty face was already contorted in anger, a sinfully beautiful expression for the sex-demon. Her eyes reminded him faintly of blood, and for a moment he wondered how closely they would match her own when he began having his fun with her. "The handlers will aid the girl from here, I believe. If you would be so kind as to release me."</span><br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e6e6fa">Teyha was right to fear, just as she was pulling away to run the man had closed the distance between them. His hand clapped down hard over her mouth, until the only noise she could choke out was a soft and high pitched whimper. He spun her around quickly, his hand landing on her ribs just below the swell of her breasts. Her eyes widened, and she kicked against him, her eyes squeezing shut. But instead of touching her, his hand pressed down hard, and he whispered his impossible to ignore order into her ear. She screamed loudly the moment his hand left her mouth, breaking off into a strangled whimper. Her ribs broke easily, and even as she was drowning in the horrible pain, he was twisting her arms back, and she could feel her joints straining.<br/>
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A moment later a second voice hit her ears, and she felt herself be released. She crumbled onto the ground, trembling slightly in pain. She curled as best she could, drawing her knees up to her chest. Healing oneself was never wise, rather it was a foolhearted and desperate move that often ended with far worst results than the victim began with. Like a blindfolded surgeon wielding kitchen knifes, it was impossible to tell exactly what the weaves were doing to the body, and harder still to see exactly where you were placing them. <br/>
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But the pain was unbearable, making the poor girl writhe on the ground, struggling to find a position that offered some relief. All she could think to do was heal herself, probing without conscious thought into her own body to try to sooth the pain, and mend her bones.</span>