Amora felt foolish, walking through the market place exposed like this. It only embarrassed her further when she noticed demons gawking at her smooth curves as she carried herself briskly. Of course she thought of running, but her new master was far more intimidating than the slaver, and she wasn't about to get punished again for doing something wrong.<br/><br/>She found herself glancing back at the market place once she got to a small dirt road that wound its way around the clear lake. He probably was watching her, making sure she didn't try to escape. She kept going, thankful there was a bit of cover from anyone else who wanted to stare.<br/><br/>"You had to run; you couldn't have just married him." she whispered to herself, scolding herself. Betrothal wasn't something she had wanted, especially to a man five years her senior. Yes, it was customary for the children of the chief of each village to marry each other, to strengthen the bonds between tribes, but Amora didn't want that. "You just got caught, now everyone is probably frantic. Understandable though; they probably already know I'm some demon's pet." she muttered sadly.<br/><br/>The chain attached to the collar around her neck dragged on the dirt, making a jangling noise as she walked. "Biggest house, huh?" she muttered, instantly spying the massive abode of her new master's from halfway across the lake.<br/><br/>A sudden yank on her chain made her reel backwards. She had to try and regain her footing before she fell flat on her back. "'ey look! Somebuddy lost their pet!" The demon that grabbed her sounded drunk, not to mention somewhat daft. She turned around to face him, looking slightly irritated at this guy. Suddenly, she squatted, sweeping a leg against his two and knocking him off his feet. He went down hard. She stood over the drunk, but unfortunately didn't keep her balance and fell on her back with a thud. She cursed quietly, squirming to get on her knees, finally managing and stood up. She blew a strand of hair out of her face impatiently, and continued on her way. No, she wasn't skilled when it came to fighting, but she knew a few moves from watching some of the men sparring in her village.<br/><br/>She felt out of place, a slightly dirty human girl at a wealthy demon's home. She stared at the door for a moment, flexing her hands slightly. "Oh this is just ridiculous!" she whispered to herself before knocking on the door with her forehead. It only gave her a headache. The large door opened, and the servant looked rather confused at the new girl. "I'm his new... toy." she said quietly. She nodded and yanked her in.<br/><br/>She was led into what she had to guess was the washroom, and quickly had a bucket of hot water poured over her head. "Oww hothothot!" She said, shaking her soaked hair out of her eyes. One of the women laughed aloud, pouring a potent-smelling substance into her hand and started lathering it into Amora's hair. "My, this is a nice one. What do you think she'll be used for?" One of the servants asked another while they forcefully cleaned her. "Master will probably use her as a bed warmer, if not something to amuse himself with." another commented, making Amora look worried. She didn't want to be someone's toy, nor their bed warmer.