Drell knew not to speak to the Demoness. Doing so would only invite more pain. He simply looked down as she spoke to him, doing his best to stay silent. That was until the Demoness's swift hand went across his face, making an audible smacking sound and deep red mark on his burnt side of his face.<br/><br/>The pain was instant, and powerful. He wanted to scream. It had been year's since he was forced to go through this torture. He forced himself too look up at his torturer, biting his lip trying not to let his pain become audible. The threats against his horns and tail made him wince, just the threat made him want to squirm, but he tried his best not to break, not to show fear or pain.<br/><br/>He was forced to look up at his torturer when she wrapped the collar around, he tried to swallow, but as he felt his Adams apple against the leather. The Demoness had been, admittedly, rather attractive, but he was not going to say that out loud. The leather formed on her body very well, but he didn't have long too admire it as he was forced to move.<br/><br/>He obeyed obediently, standing up and walking forward, letting the Demoness guide him.