Pain was expected, but in the fashion the demoness applied it... Well, she was certainly creative. As quickly as Bryce spoke, the woman was even faster with her actions. He barely had time to move further as she spun around so that she was facing him. It was somewhat impressive, but the spike from the creature's wing driving into the soft tissue of his shoulder didn't leave him much time for awe. "Aaaarrgghh!!!" The lycan screamed from the pain, the first time he showed vulnerability since they began. Part of him wished he was in his lycan form. At least then his animalistic reflexes would have given him a fighting chance at evading the piercing blow, but the moment for wishing had passed as he felt himself pinned up against the cavern wall. "Ah, ah, easy! Fuck!" His teeth clenched together as she moved closer, causing the tip to dig deeper into his shoulder, but, if he could have bared the pain, he would have smirked. At least he knew he could get under her skin.<br/><br/>Once again, there Bryce was. In pain as a hand gripped his throat, placing him at the woman's mercy. It was a position that was becoming all too familiar as the day went on, yet the lycan had no intention of letting it become the norm. He would have his moment of triumph eventually. Hopefully, sooner than later. For now, however, he'd need to bare her abuse, a task he was sure many had failed. Bryce would need to focus on his resolve if he wanted any hope of making it through the night.<br/><br/>Brown found black as the eyes of the two immortals repeated the same dance they had been involved in since the male's arrival. Bryce thought of turning his head away, but the feeling of soft fingers holding his chin in place reminded him that it was pointless. Even the sound of the cuffs hitting the floor wasn't enough to break the glare, the tension almost physically visible in what was left of the space between them. Both beings had their own desires, own goals for what their future would be. The stare was like a battle of convictions. An immovable object versus an unstoppable force one would say. Yes, Bryce's current body could have been, and was, easily moved by his opponent, but he knew it wasn't his body she wanted to be rid of. Actually, that was exactly what he knew she wanted gone, to exchange it for his monster, but, first, she'd need to crush his will so nothing would stop the beast from being released. As if Bryce would let that happen. The moment he'd let the beast out, he knew he would have lost; not once, but twice. The man would have lost the battle within himself, but, more importantly, the battle against the woman who had been his torturer since his awakening in the Second Layer. He'd need to surrender himself to her pain, but the look of confusion she bared was enough to let him know he was on the right track. That was, until she decided to change the game.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><em>“By Isis, but you mortals were made beautiful in body.... and strong in spirit..no? I enjoy your defiance Dog....”</em></strong></div><br/>{{There she goes, using that word again.}} Bryce began to think to himself. {{Oh, I have some words for her this time. Especially, now that my neck is free from that blasted whip.}} He felt his head being shifted as the demoness brought her face close to his neck, her warm breath causing his skin to quiver slightly. As threatening as she was, Bryce wondered if she meant for her actions to be as sensual as they felt. However, such thoughts didn't matter. The man was still set on letting the female have it. Everything he had been waiting to say would leave his tongue, none of the words he planned to say being kind. Even the feeling of her fangs gently grazing his jugular wouldn't stop him.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><em>“...it warms me to the deepest depths...”</em></strong></div><br/>As the woman continued, Bryce's attention seemed to fade away from her as his gaze trailed off into the distance. {{God, this woman loves to hear herself talk.}} He thought, not taking note of the scratch-marks being made across his chest as her hand traveled south along his torso. It wasn't like he needed to worry. There was doubt the crimson could top the spike that was lodged within his shoulder. {{I can't wait to be free so I can finally be rid of her patroniz-, Wait!Whatthefuckisshedoing?!}} Bryce's eyes went wide as he felt the arrival of the demoness' hand at his crotch. Quickly, he glanced down, watching as her fingers expertly fondled his manhood through his tattered pants.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong><em>"… of my loins..”</em></strong></div><br/>Despite the female's tough exterior, her knowledge of pleasuring the male anatomy was grand. Bryce had been easily fooled, but swoon he was not, even if the growing of his member suggested otherwise. He wanted to growl, let her know of his disapproval. It had been some time since he allowed himself to be intimate with a woman, but the man had no plans of starting again with the creature that currently caressed him. She was gorgeous, yes, but the last thing he would let himself do was forget what she truly was. Still, the wolf inside had its own reaction to her touch. It was a simple creature, led by its animalistic desires. So far, it had remained quiet, observing the situation from within its vessel, but this time it desired to be heard. Bryce made his best attempt to quell the sound as it began to rise from the deepest part of his true nature, but it was to no avail as a purr rumbled within his throat.<br/><br/>Finally, relief came as Bryce felt the tip of the demoness' wing remove itself from his shoulder, leaving a rather large leaking hole as a reminder of the pain felt when it had been created. The relief, however, was short lived as they were on the move again, and it was apparent she wasn't going to take any more chances with him as he remained trapped within her grip, being dragged against the wall as she went. It was clear she was sending him a message, one received in the form of new bumps and bruises appearing upon his back as blood continued to flow from his wound onto the flood, leaving a trail from where they had been only moments before.<br/><br/>Once at the door, Bryce could only imagine the horror that awaited him on the other side. He watched as the crimson demoness opened it, surprised to find the high-class bedroom on the other side. Judging from her brutality, Bryce would've never guessed she had such fine tastes. For a brief moment, the room reminded him of his late wife, and how it was the first time he had brought her to his home. She couldn't grasp the concept of him having the furniture he had at the time.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Bryce's memories were interrupted as he found himself in the air briefly before landing in the pit of the room, bouncing once. Slowly, his still-shackled arms pushed his battered body up, turning over so that he was lying on his back. His eyes were fixated on the ceiling momentarily before finally sitting up, looking across at the demoness who had brought him there. "Your room, I presume." The lycan began to say with a smirk forming. "Do you treat all of your slaves with this hospitality, or am I just special?" He continued his teasing as he began to fully stand within the pit. His wounds began to heal across his body, the hole on his shoulder turning into scar as the skin around it remained stained with his blood. At that moment, it was truly a blessing for the beast to lend Bryce its healing factor, despite all of the other times where it ruined his attempts at suicide. It was a good thing he wanted to live this time. His eyes scanned the room quickly, observing his surroundings for a possible way out, but it seemed the only way to escape was through the door currently blocked by the crimson vixen.<br/><br/>The whispers began again, begging for Bryce to change, saying the beast would fight for his freedom, but the stiff hard-on between his legs reminded him what the monster truly wanted; to rape the curvy temptress senseless in order to show its dominance over her. An appealing offer considering all of the pain she had caused him so far, but it wasn't Bryce's way. He would have to make it out using his own skills. Unfortunately, his arousal only made the voice of the beast louder within his mind.