Amora walked quietly along behind Midnight, rubbing her wrists that had red marks from the ropes. She was glad she wasn't being yanked along by the chain around her neck, but she didn't understand why her master didn't keep a tight hold on her. She thought of running, but the thought of pushing past so many demons to go to a place that could be hundreds of miles away didn't sound smart.<br/><br/>She was asked her name. "Amora, sir" she murmured, feeling his gaze rest on her. He was a few inches taller than her, and unnerved her, but so did any demon. She had learned to be fearful of them, since they wouldn't hesitate to hurt her or any other human.