Amora beat at the door furiously, tears being jerked from her eyes. Errol hadn't done anything wrong! Screwtape was at fault here, but he was the one doing the beating from the way it sounded from the other side of the door. She couldn't stand it; even if she was terrified for her life, she was concerned for Errol as well. She always hated violence, but this just seemed like more than that.<br/><br/>A crash, a cheer from the other gargoyles, and dust and fragments of the wooden door spraying from the new hole in the door soon revealed Errol's head being held by the horns. Amora gasped, he looked in a great deal of pain and embarrassment, as well as anger. She stared, wide-eyed, as Screwtape gave her a fang-filled grin, a knowing grin of what was about to happen. Tears began to run, she shook her head, terrified, understanding exactly what he meant. She covered her eyes with her hands, biting back her cries as she heard Errol in pain. It hurt, it hurt to know he was getting hurt because of that bastard Screwtape.<br/><br/>The door creaked open; Amora uncovered her eyes to look at an enraged Screwtape. She was still shaking as she backed away, stopping only when she reached the bed. "Don't..." she whimpered, but she already knew it was useless. There was no point in him waiting; he could have her right now.