The tight grip around Bryce's neck by the feminine, yet still strong, hand of his adversary brought his attention to the blackness that stared back at him. That look. It was obvious what she thought of him with that alone. She saw the beast, not him, not the man. He was only a shell to her, holding what she truly wanted captive within himself, and her sole intention was to rip it out of from the dark depths of his mind by any means neccessary. She wanted to free the wolf which he fought every moment of his life for the past 3 years to keep contained, ironically to have him at bended knee as her dog.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Bryce felt it, the sharpness piercing into the sides of his neck, as if being strangled by the whip wasn't enough. He managed to keep a straight face, self-discipline able to keep him from hollering like he so wanted to, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing she could make him scream. It was the only thing he was greatful to the monster for. Through all of the years of running, Bryce had experienced battles with many a foe. The number of fights was too high to remember, the evidence as scars tarnishing his light skin, so his tolerance for pain was greater than many. This was one point in Bryce's life where he knew that tolerance would need to be applied.<br/><br/>Hot breath grazed the man's ear as the demoness' growl echoed into it, knowing full well what it was meant for. She was a creature much like the one that resided within himself. There was only one thing that drove them more than anything else, and that was the desire for dominance, control. A constant show of superiority was necessary because losing control was usually seen as a weakness, and the last thing animals wanted to be seen as was weak. Such simple creatures, the two of them, making her next move almost predictable.<br/><br/>First Bryce went back, then he went forward as the mistress pulled him down with a single tug of the whip that was wrapped around his throat. It seemed she had done it, bringing him to his knees despite his resistance. Still, he said nothing, his narrowed eyes continuing to glare upon her with much defiance. Bryce knew that in his frail, human body he did not stand much of a chance against a demoness, but he had been through much worse, felt more pain physically and emotionally than anything the woman had dished out so far. She would need to do a lot better than she had if she truly intended to break him.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><em>“You deserve nothing. You are here at my whim, and you will remain alive at my whim.”</em></strong></div><br/>Upon Bryce's chest, boot was placed, the pain of its heel digging into his sternum causing his teeth to clench behind his closed mouth. It was obvious the female was no stranger to applying pain, and she'd use every method her demonic mind contained in order to make sure he felt it, reacted to it, and eventually broken by it. Bryce, on the other hand had no intention of letting it get that far. Her shadow was cast over him and the brightness of her eyes reminded him of a wolf's, shining through the darkness of the woods as they targeted their prey for a midnight meal. It reminded him of how he ended up in such a mess in the first place. He lost control. It was only for a moment, but it was all the monster needed.<br/><br/><div align="center">It was because of the monster that she had an interest in Bryce.<br/><br/>It was because of the monster that she searched for Bryce.<br/><br/>It was because of the monster that she desired to make Bryce her slave.</div><br/>Bryce cursed it, wondering if things could have been different for him if he was never turned into a beast. His eyes broke contact with his aggressor for the fist time, looking down at the small band of gold that was tight around the ring finger of his left hand. Was it all in vain?<br/><br/><div align="center"><em><strong>“You are my dog. We will see how well you can be trained.”</strong></em></div><br/>Bryce's attention returned to the demoness as she labeled him a dog. It was only a matter of time before she used the word, and now it was out there, not just for Bryce to hear but the wolf inside as well. She knew he wouldn't like it, that it might have been enough to draw him out before he fully recovered from the vessel that was Bryce Harper. It almost worked too.<br/><br/>Within the container's mind, Bryce could picture the monster pulling on the chains that bonded him to his soul, begging to be set free in order to deal with their opponent. It howled and growled as Bryce was pushed back against the floor, telling him that it was the only way he could be set free. The beast was like the devil whispering within his ear, offering salvation. Maybe it was. After all, Bryce actually was in hell, but he knew the price all too well. His eyes closed briefly before opening to glance up at the woman, who's attention was now elsewhere. This was it. This was what he was waiting for. Even if the beast wasn't at full strength, her lack of focus on Bryce made her exceptionally vulnerable if he decided to strike. Yet, he did not. He hesitated. What for? The monster screamed at him, demanding an answer. It was odd, but Bryce's attention had also been stolen by the angel, although in a different way than how the female had been looking at him.<br/><br/>Soon, another tug on the whip was felt, and Bryce realized his counter-part intended to head over to the angel. There was no objection from him as he was curious to find out how another was responding to being enslaved. He rose from the ground slowly, his body aching slightly from the abuse, and followed the demoness as they made their  way across the hall. All the while, Bryce's beast was pleading for him to attack while her back was turned. Ignoring the request, they arrived over by the angel and the succubi that was having her way with him. All the lycan could do was observe as the woman crouched to speak with the angel. An eyebrow raised at her words, wondering what the cards were she planned to play. He hoped he would have regained his freedom before having to find out.<br/><br/>As the red demoness moved over to the white-haired demoness, so did Bryce's eyes. He could not help but observe. Why was it all female demons were so physically enticing? It would make defying them much easier if they were hideous. At least that way, a man's loins wouldn't keep them from making the right decision. She was shorter, yet almost as busty when compared to the crimson. Her cream-like skin was more of a familiarity, despite the tattoo markings that graced it. Her clothes were easily as revealing, obviously to draw in her unsuspecting victims for she wreaked of their blood. Still, Bryce wouldn't have minded if she had been the one to claim him. It would've made his plot for escape much easier to accomplish.<br/><br/>Then, Bryce's head turned once the celestial began to speak. The way he spoke to the demonesses reminded Bryce of how a priest spoke to him as a kid. His faith had faded over the years, so his last confession was hard to remember. Sure, as a doctor, he was somewhat religious. Bryce needed to be in order to put a positive on losing a patient, but once he became a lycan, his life was so wrapped in sin that religion seemed meaningless. Maybe deep down he desired to be forgiven, but what was the point if he was just going to kill again?<br/><br/>Still, Bryce admired the angel's resolve. He was faced with creatures her were the exact opposite than him, yet despite the teasing, he would not back down. It reminded Bryce of the battle raging within himself. The monster was everything he wasn't, everything he did not want to become. Even though Bryce had defied his torturer, he actually considered relinquishing control just for a taste of revenge. He was better than that, and vowed, from that moment on, that he would prove it. Bryce would obtain his freedom, but it would be on his terms, not the beast's.<br/><br/>Bryce watched the short-haired demoness leave with an imp, wondering what it was that she'd be bringing back. Knowing what he knew of his opponent so far, it wasn't going to be anything good. As the woman moved toward the angle, Bryce's body stumbled slightly, quickly regaining his balance as to make sure he wouldn't fall. He really wished that she would warn him whenever he moved.<br/><br/>Eyes rolled as he watched the the woman's mouth molest the angel's. If she wanted him so badly, why didn't she just take him and leave Bryce alone. Life was never that easy, however. Thoughts of her letting go of the whip to have her way with the angel, in turn leaving the lycan to be free, was too good to be true. A low chuckle came from him, as he felt it silly to have such wishful thinking, like she would just let him leave. Ha! Whether he was her true interest or not, she would never let him leave if she had any say about it. A bully never liked to give away their toys.<br/><br/>One last tug came from the leash as Bryce's adversary chose to make her exit. He noticed the shackles she picked up, and could only guess what they'd be used for. The man looked back at the blindfolded angel, giving a nod. It could have been considered silly due to the fact the angel couldn't see, but it was more for Bryce than anything. It was promise that this wouldn't be the last time he saw him, and that soon they'd be free.<br/><br/>Bryce's attention returned to the female in from of him.  He followed, taking note of her final words, knowing it wasn't meant for him. Still, the words were rather appropriate. Something was beginning, for all of them. The beast began whispering once more in his mind. The man would continue to ignore it, and a distraction would definitely help, no matter how painful it might eventually be. He sped his walking up slightly so that he was close behind her, his head wedging itself between her head and right wing as he invaded her space in order to peer at the shackles she held. "So... Are those for me? You shouldn't have." Bryce was acting almost comically, making it rather obvious that he still wasn't taking her seriously despite the force she had applied earlier. After all, at the end of the day, she was still a woman.