Amora continued to glare, not even allowing a smile to form on her lips. The demon didn't seem deterred, more like he was amused at her fury. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the woman before her was being led away by her new owner and the group of demons previously harassing her now turned their attention to her. 'Here we go again...' she thought, ignoring Tevhar when one of the guards grabbed her and another unchained her to the wall so they could bring her to the stage. She gave them no easy time, struggling and kicking, but they finally managed to get her on the stage and connect the chain tethering her hands together to a loop on the floor.<br/><br/>She never expected them to be gentle when inspecting her, but they shouldn't have thought she would be gentle in return. Her hair was yanked. She returned the favor by kicking the demon responsible. He stumbled back, surprised. Another demon, one Amora recognized as a demon who seemed intrigued by the girl's figure and beauty. She winced as large boots were placed on her bare feet and the demon smirked as he pulled her dress tight around her. He gave her a look, as if to ask, "What are you going to do now?" She gave him his answer. She headbutted his face, making him jump back and cover his now broken nose which made blood spatter on the ground.<br/><br/>The other demons seemed wary, not sure if they should even try to get near her, when she could hear the exasperated huff of the slaver behind her. A hand appeared and grabbed her throat right under her chin, causing her to gasp as it was pulled back. A vile tasting liquid soon was being poured down her throat, much to her chagrin. They had used ether so many times while she was a captive, it was almost normal for her to receive some now. When the demon finally let go, she spat on the ground, trying to rid herself of as much of the dreaded stuff as possible. She could already feel herself fading, no matter how she fought to keep control over herself, it didn't help.<br/><br/>"Alright. NOW you may inspect her!" The slaver's voice sounded odd to Amora as he apologized profusely to the one with the bloody nose. Things got blurry, but she remained upright and concious, but for how long, she didn't know.