Amora started backing away as he approached. Something was wrong, very wrong. She felt the wall meet her back, but Naeth kept coming. She let out a gasp as she felt herself pinned beneath Naeth's weight. Everything, her being dressed in that skimpy outfit, being in the bedroom, why hadn't she realized sooner? Her eyes widen with realization and fear; she wasn't just a pet, she was a sex slave.<br/><br/>She began to tremble, though it was hard with the demon pressing against her so much, her heart pounded in her chest so much she felt it would burst out. He leaned in, his lips met hers, and all that came out of her was a moan. She tried to scream, but that was useless in the hell she was thrust into. His tongue explored her mouth, she nearly choked on it as she tried to pull away somehow. Taloned fingers fondling her, enjoying every inch, it was nightmarish to the girl.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he bit down on her bottom lip. She screamed as an explosion of pain wracked her jaw, metallic blood began to seep. Tears trickled down her cheeks as Naeth bit down harder and harder into her flesh. It felt like he meant to bit her lip clean off her face.<br/><br/>He let go. Amora slid down the wall to the floor, mouth agape, eyes wide, shuddering uncontrollably now. She tucked her throbbing lip in her mouth to contain the bleeding, sucking on it while she stared fearfully at the demon, her master. She felt ill, still feeling his body weight on her thin form, his lips brushing against hers, forcing himself in, grabbing, groping, savoring. "D-demon." she whispered with a trembling voice, both hating and fearing the sight of him now.