For a long moment, M'Gul kept staring back down on the woman. Well, not a true woman per se, a female demoness was crafted of warped flesh that no living creature should ever had... but was that so? Trully? There was something to his jailor that seemed a little too... familiar. To alike to the souls he had been set to torture. What could it be? Well, she looked the part - but there were just so many ways that succubi could shapeshift to allure new prey. Many demons also possessed such skills. The minds of men and all those that dwelt the surface was too bound on to appearances, too reliant upon the images seen through their eyes.<br/><br/>So he closed them. Sniffing on the air of the soaked room, he started to feel scents that were too... mortal. There was something amiss here. The blonde before him was a demoness, of that he was sure. However, there had once been something more than merely human on her. What would have happened to curse her to a life of debauchery... or rather, bless her with one as such? For to live such a living, invulnerable to mortal arms, unscathed despite most attempts on her form?<br/><br/>Her gestures and words were making him grown stiffer. His legs were stretched down to hurt, and now he did not trully know how or if he should awnser her in a way she could actually... understand. He stretched and strained the chains once more, harder this time, his large head moving within the coils as he moved as if about to snap against her. He roared and mooed like a Bull would have, anger seething against his frame. He could remember. The last one he had punished under the service of Asmodeus. According to some, he was the very Overlord of the Nine Hells, Master of All Sin.  Many would dispute it, but few of the other overlords could challenge his tyranny alone with but their supporters and cultists and servants.<br/><br/>The last one had been a daughted cursed. She had done wicked things to her family, to the elderly couple that had toiled their life's blood and sweat for her, to try and offer her a better existance upon the earth. But she had spat on them. Her death had come as a mercy once she was abused and strangled on a dark alley, yet now, M'Gul had seen to her punishment. It was how the Mundus worked. Someone would see to the sins and grives made on Earth, and offer an adequate punishing disconfort. How she had squirmed! How she had cried and screamed and moaned! How her nails had dug upon his skin, when at some moments she would call for his name, her pain turned out to become pleasure given the severity of the mounting.<br/><br/>His eyes went darkly from upside down against the demoness whose hand slowly touched around him. Her palm upon his strong belly felt strangely... nice. He liked how she had been slowly exploring his body. And now, the hand that had wandered lower and lower against his intimacies sat dangerously near his lenght. Would she... Blinking away his fear and giving her something to be amused with, M'Gul opened his lips to grin... and finally speak up.<strong>"Do you really want to know?"</strong>, his voice was bass and terrible, like thr rumbling of a mountain awaking and vomiting molten slage.