She bowed her head to the ground, her cheek lightly touching the dirted floor of her own body fluids as she could not find the strength or will to succumb even more to his sick and twisted mind. She had seen the gag, but she could not imagine what would be worse then bound and gagged on the floor of this twisted room in the mercy of a man she would want to kill in a thousand ways. Her arms chained behind her back were aching with a pain that was submissive to what her skin felt like due to her collar, the constant burning feeling of incinerating magic that pulsed trough the upper layers of her flesh made her quiver underneath the man's hands.<br/><br/>She gave up, and her forehead rested on the floor, her eyes flushed and teared from the wet pain that welled up in the hazelnut colours.<br/><br/>"No..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>