As he watched the gears turn in his captive's mind, Sokar went to eying her body in closer detail. He noted her skin and ran his other free hand over her belly and thighs in an almost clinical fashion. She had great potential if she would just submit, but her squirming was giving him doubts: at least the bar was chaotic enough no one seemed to care. He should have come here sooner, the pickings seemed almost too easy. And if this one ended up properly trained, oh, the pleasure until the profit would be fantastic.<br/><br/>His ears twitched at the sound of the dagger hitting the floor behind Phos' heels and her body went limp in his hands. Then he saw it, the glimmer in her eyes faded and there was only fear and survival. Years of slaving had given him time to learn the cues, and this was it.<br/><br/>He loosened his grip as she half choked and half whispered him not to harm her. He lifted a finger from her throat and up to her cheek, petting it in the same way as before, half patronising half affectionately.<br/><br/>"Don't ya worry now, little pet." He brushed away her tear with his other hand and licked it from his finger, tasting her salty despair before bringing his hand to the base of his shaft and adjusting his position. Sokar rubbed his still rock hard cock at her slit, threatening to slip inside at the merest jolt and more than once, the tip of his cockhead rubbed against her swollen clit. "So long as ya obey, I won't have a reason to... yes?" He offered a smile that was not the least bit comforting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>