Amora held back a shudder as she felt his hot breath on the nape of her neck. She was pushed into the room she had awoken in, her only instinct was to keep from stumbling. She folded her arms across her chest, noting the lack of chains. The other women seemed far too cheery for being slaves, as well as the man. It creeped the girl out. "Isn't so bad?? He's a demon! He just bought me like I was some two-bit trinket!" she blurted out, throwing her hands in the air to emphasize her point. 'Ugh, this is ridiculous! These guys are either complete morons, or brainwashed!' she thought bitterly, grabbing the dress off the chair and turning around. She could care less if the guy Jack was watching, she just needed to get changed, and then find a way out of this mess.