<div class="floatleft">(http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y72/dstorres/Independant%20Comics/Chaos%20Comics/purgatori3600.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/>Almondesque eyes of fathomless ebony would stare into the deep brown ones of her captive, her head tilting slightly as they narrowed somewhat. Yes... there deep within his orbs she saw the Beast. Saw the snapping jaws slathering to rip her apart. Saw the nostrils flare to take in her scent, saw the muscles bulging in heated desire to have at her, to take her, to claim her as only a Beast could. But on the surface was Bryce, and she thought, for the first time in a long time, that the man was quite willing to let the beast free, after struggling so long to keep It at bay.<br/><br/>Sakkara would simply stare at Bryce as he began to speak, asking questions. To the other side her head shifted, dark tendrils of hair slipping across her face that held such a dangerous beauty. She had chuckled as his growl rumbled forth, and with a leer upon wet lips, her free hand would lift to wrap around his throat, around his flesh surrounded by the leather strip of her whip. Long black nails would pierce his flesh, just enough to allow droplets to linger upon her fingers, and a shudder would flow through her body as the heady scent of his blood washed through her senses. Leaning close to his ear, his growl was met with one of her own, just as deep, just as animalistic. Pushing him back harshly, he would note her immense strength in just this small gesture. The hand still holding the whip would give a yank back and down, even as she shoved him away from her, causing him to fall upon his knees before her. Even as the Beast, her strength would match his easily, but in his current form, she could break him in half.<br/><br/>Lifting her fingers, gazing down upon him, slowly, languidly she would lick her fingers free of his blood. Finally, her tongue sliding over gleaming tiers she would speak, the rich purring timbre of her voice caressing his senses.<strong> “ You deserve nothing. You are here at my whim, and you will remain alive at my whim.”</strong>The leer slipped from her lips as she took a step back, making sure the whip remained taut, for he was surely leaning back against the strain. A boot came up to settle on his muscled chest, the stiletto heel grinding into his sternum, and she would lean forward, her arm settling lazily upon her now cocked knee. Sliding her gaze over him slowly, her wings shifting forward slightly to bathe them both in shadows, and those black eyes that met his would take on a luminescent sheen as she stared at him again.<strong> “ You are my dog. We will see how well you can be trained.”</strong>Pulling herself to stand erect again, shoving him back with her boot this time, she would snap the whip tight, not allowing  it to leave his neck, making it an effective leash even as her attention slid away from him.<br/><br/>Across the Hall Suzafan was currently toying with the Celestial. Sakkara would watch in silence for a few minutes, her face stoic as she stared intently upon the Angel. His derision was refreshing and quite intriguing. A brow would loft at his last comment before she gave a harsh tug upon the whip around Bryce's throat, making her way towards Suzafan and Zaeroses, making it obvious that she would drag Bryce with her if he did not rise and follow. Crouching down next to the Angel, the leather of her loincloth shifting enticingly between her muscled thighs, breasts straining within her halter, her gaze would ease over his wings slowly before settling upon is face, and she would respond in low dulcet tones.<strong> “ I look forward to the day I face a free and armed angel. If I play my cards right... maybe it will be you...hhmm?”</strong>Giving Zaeroses a coy wink she would rise, turning to face Suzafan, looking down upon the smaller Demoness. Though she showed no derision for the Torturer, she would not fawn either. As the Queens General, Sakkara expected her request to be met when she asked, no matter what.<br/><br/><strong> “ I require the items I requested you to assemble. Shall I wait here for you to retrieve them, or shall my dog and I follow you and your feathery foe to your quarters?”</strong>