Jitoru yelped as she was knocked back to the ground, gasping in slight pain.  She struggled under the weight of the dragon, the paws on her shoulder heavy and slightly painful.  The fear began to return to her eyes.  Toy with her, he had said.  "Excercises...?  You really are going to kill me, aren't you?  Just do it," she begged.  "If you'd kill a man on sight, then just spare me the pain.  What exactly do you want from me?  I'm not a plaything."  She winced, her cheek still wet and slightly sticky from the lick he'd given her.  She gazed into his eyes, a moan escaping her.  "Wh... What<span style="font-style: italic">will</span>you do to me?" she asked, quivering.