It didn't take much to realize something was swimming through his head along with the booze, but what? When he paused, Amora opened a cautious eye, hoping he got the message. Unfortunately for her, he did. The sharp bite of a slap brought her out of any fantasy world where she was free to do as she wished without consequence, and she cried out from fear and pain alike. Her head whipped to the side, hair following suit, ad she stared at the ground, gasping, near tears once again. There was no pity in this being before her; only more injury and humiliation.<br/><br/>"P-please!" she gasped as she was hauled up onto her feet roughly, hardly able to stand on her weak, buckling knees. The glint of sharpened metal made the girl freeze. Was he going to kill her? He just purchased her; had she done so wrong for him to want to maim her? However, the feeling of her aching arms receiving relief they so desperately needed snapped her out of her fright-induced shock. He was undoing her bindings. She glanced back at him with her mouth slightly agape when he asked her a question. She stumbled back, holding and rubbing her wrists so much that they might have started a fire with the friction. "I-I..." She was unable to come up with a proper answer; he just seemed too volatile to speak to, so she shook her head no.