Amora let out a little choked noise as her master pulled her collar, and she followed him. She rubbed her neck quietly, watching him leave her to her new task. "That could have been worse..." she muttered to herself, glancing over at the dirty dishes, but her mind was elsewhere. She expected Midnight to be more... aggressive, when it came to punishing her. Sure, she didn't do very much damage, but from what she knew, demons went out of their way to make a human's life a living hell.<br/><br/>Looking at the tub full of dishes, she realized she would have to get some water to wash them. Picking up a wooden bucket nearby, she glanced at the stairs, wondering if she should go outside the house. The question was: would her master be angry at her for following his instructions? She wasn't sure, but she didn't want to wait around for him to yell at her for not getting the dishes clean. Opening the back door slightly, she poked her head out and looked around. Seeing the well, she went up and started to wind the crank that held the bucket on a rope.<br/><br/>Her bucket now filled to the brim with water, she turned back to return to the house, but felt a tug on her collar. Startled, she turned around to see a demon ogling her. In what she could guess was his mid-twenties, the demon grinned, saying "Oh look, someone lost their pet!" to two others. Amora gave them an unamused look before heading over to the house, but was stopped again by one of the men stepping in front of her. "What's the rush?" one sneered, grabbing onto her wrist. A soft muttering could be heard from Amora's lips, making the demons lean in slightly, asking "You say something?" "I said, Leave me alone!" she shouted, swinging the bucket at the one holding her other wrist.<br/><br/>The demon glared at her, dripping wet, while one of the others whispered in her ear, "You shouldn't have done that." He grabbed her other wrist, making her drop the bucket. She pulled madly, trying to free herself.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Thunk!</span><br/><br/>The human's face turned to blank shock as she collapsed. One of the demons smirked, holding the now-cracked bucket over her head. She slumped over, eyes shut. A demon pulled the t-shirt on her up, looking rather pleased at what was beneath. "I'm sure whoever owns her wouldn't mind if we take advantage of the situation." the leader gave the others a fang-filled grin.