"That will never happen! I will never low myself to be your personal.. your personal..." She looked at his gaze, back to her girls as his eyes stared with that twisted look upon her body. Her teeth grinded with the withheld hatred and power she had to contain before hurting herself once more.<br/><br/>"How in your right mind, do you think I would do that? Why don't you buy yourself a pretty bloodelf that has been trained to be used as a servant of lust, rather then indulge yourself into the purity of priests. How can you enjoy the pain and suffering of those young girls? You are a sick bastard!"<br/><br/>She stood up, wobbling on her feet to try and stand tall before his eyes, her ways of wit and strength clearly fading with each passing minute of her beautiful servants crying on the screen, but she was still far from kneeling and surrendering herself to the lust of this man she already hated within the deepest depths of her soul. Yet somewhere she couldn't help but wander her eyes over his muscular frame, his strong hands and his wicked look. He was quite the opponent, and a flicker of angst surged trough her eyes as she realised she might not be resistant to his dominance, she might loose this fight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>