Allan frowned as he squatted next to the crippled demon.  Her vocal chords had healed already, which mean she was slowly, slowly overcoming the effects of his spell.  He glanced to the glistening trail of her intestines, and noted it slowly drawing back into her body, by infinitesimal inches.  It was her body trying to at least restore itself to it's original state; that was the first stage.  In another day or so, she'd be back to full capability.  He'd have to stop her before then.<br/><br/>"My dear Naomi, I expect you to die!"  he chuckled.  "Sorry, I'm a Bond fan.  Ah, you might have been keeping the balance, but you know the deal: you operate until you get caught.  And you got caught."  He shook his head.  "And preying on the exotic!  If you'd kept to humans like you were supposed to, it probably wouldn't have raised as much of a fuss.  Well, too late now."<br/><br/>He grabbed her by the front of her clothes and raised her high, then jammed her backward, onto one of the hanging meathooks she had in the basement.  How many victims had she hung up on these?  No more, after tonight.  He was reminded of the original TCM movie, of course, but he knew she'd last a lot longer than that other character...