The scent of ash filled the air again, as more matter was made to soft rope. He reached out from behind, taking Tegan's neck through her hair and closed his grip as if her were to pick her up. There was no doubt in the demonic strength, he could have lifted her with ease. His palm rested flat against the neck, fingers to one side, thumb to the other.<br/><br/><em>I did not ask you to look down. Now ... again.</em><br/><br/>The new rope curled up and against her body, moving to her arms the begin the process anew. Around the forearm and then the Upper arm, Binding the limb just as it had done the leg, trapping them in the flexed position. The rope wrapped around itself binding her tight.<br/><br/><em>What should I do with you Tegan? Should I let you service me, sate me and leave your own desire unfulfilled so that when we return you push me to a wall and have your way with me? Should I fill your head with visions and possibilities until your body releases of its own accord.... Oh... I forgot... what of that devilish toy... mayhaps you should ride and rut with it in your state right now, See if it can please you as I have.</em><br/>