Back in the black stone room with the candles, Kerelith hooked the ring at the back of the girl’s collar to a rope that hung from the ceiling so she couldn’t move far while the demon walked back to the counter by the wall. Her position was always clear to the girl from the sharp, heavy clops the hooves made on the stone, and it sounded like the succubus was fetching something from a wooden drawer that she slid open and shut, not that far from the girl.<br/><br/>“Have you any idea of how much power your spirit withholds?” the demon finally broke the silence once she’d returned to the girl and so hinted of an answer to one of the big questions that must have been spinning in the blindfolded captive’s mind. A pair of open hands was laid on the girl’s unsuspecting waist, coming from a downward angle, so it became apparent that the succubus was crouched down in front of her. For a moment, there was something strange about the warmth of the touch, until it became clear that the demon’s palms and fingers had been coated with oil of some kind as they began to rub it on the skin. The hands slid down over the hips and along the thighs, and after a few strokes up and down, were withdrawn to apply more of the body oil on them.<br/><br/>“That’s why you were captured, anyway,” Kerelith continued after an ominous pause, “People are attracted to power, drawn towards it, even if it makes them do evil deeds. Even if it means some innocent girl will never get to become the angel of her dreams.”<br/><br/>The demon stopped talking, but the slick hands applied more and more of the oil on the girl’s milky skin, first on the sides all the way from the armpits to the tips of her toes, then on the belly and the back, the shoulders and the arms; made it a point to save the rest for the last.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>