Monia shoved Kitori away and grabbed her bruised tail.<span style="color: #ff4dff"> "This thing is sensitive, this pain doesn't feel good..." </span>She tensed as she healed away the damage and looked back at the couple.<span style="color: #ff4dff">"Why don't we make plans to get Kitori some food?"</span><span style="color: #a64dff">"I'm still too pissed off with you to eat."</span><br/><br/>Nyarien lifted Leena up and held her lovingly as she looked at Ophidian.<span style="color: #b30000">"I don't know. I am... was a Battle-Maiden. Part of that process includes the cauterizing and nerve destruction of most of my body. I have mostly regained full sensation down there now, enough for Leena to get me off with considerable effort. I've never had a sex drive or even a desire to explore it. So I don't know how I would want you to fuck me, but Leena wants me to try so I will. But I have no desires."</span><br/><br/>Kitori was panting softly where she was left, her fingers bloody from trying to claw at the shackles. When she looked at Sharindia her eyes were bloodshot and filled with the same hatred that plagued her mother, but her gaze locked on the dagger and she began to struggle against the bindings with renewed fury.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "Give. That. Back." </span>Sharindia would sense the Eternal blood beginning to stir within Kitori again and she fought and strained against the bindings.<span style="color: #a64dff">"You are not help, you are torture. You exist only to hurt people, nobody likes you or trusts you. Nothing more than a snake... ugly and fat, he never wanted you. He wanted your daughter. Now you torture me for revenge." </span>She shook her head and struggled harder, blood beginning to pool under her from the bindings tearing at her wrists.<span style="color: #a64dff">"He'll be proud of me if I'm strong... not a broken animal wearing a collar... you'll make him hate me." </span>When Sharindia got close Kitori roared and hit her with the bloody stump of her wrist, having ripped her hand off to escape the binding.<span style="color: #a64dff">"I'll kill you and that bastard you carry... I'll rip it out of you and bring him your corpses. I'll show him I'm strong enough to be his daughter." </span>She screamed out and ripped off her other hand, but it left her entire arm ruined in the process.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "I already made him happy, and proud... that's why he gave me the dagger."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>