Bryce's eyes narrowed as his captor finally revealed herself from the shadows. The movements of her voluptuous, crimson body toward him were purposely slow, containing a hint of elegance while still managing to impose a sense of intimidation. Sharp fangs, no doubt having tasted human blood before. Cold, dark eyes, objectifying him as her prey. Slick tongue moistening the demoness' lips, presenting images of activities of the most obscene nature within Bryce's mind. Any man could easily find such a female, especially one of equal height, threatening. Was Bryce caving to such fears? His shackles weren't exactly giving him a confidence boost.<br/><br/>Still, Bryce never adverted his eyes from his counter-part. He hadn't withdrawn into a shell when faced with the queen. Why would this red vixen quell a subservient response from a lycan? Just because he was in shackles? An enslaved beast like an animal caged in a zoo? The demoness stood several feet before him with arms behind her back, taunting him as such. Treating him as a creature of inferiority rather than the man he had worked so hard to become. She called him a killer, saying that he loved the taste of blood, but she did not know of the days when he would save a life rather than take one. Next he was compared to a puppy, small and pathetic. The monster inside scoffed at that, wishing it had enough strength to set itself free from Bryce's subconscious in order to show the succubus the irony in her words.<br/><br/><strong><em>"...The Queen bypassed you. Just as I wanted. She does not know the little secret that resides within you. But it will be that secret that I will use.”</em></strong><br/><br/>The woman's final words were the first ones that actually phased Bryce from the strong persona he was trying to portray. A poor time for a show of vulnerability as, while Bryce was trying to figure out how the succubus intended to use his lycan nature to her advantage, a leathery whip coiled tightly around his throat, the force from the initial contact almost enough to bring the defiant slave to a knee. He managed to use his strength in order to keep himself upright, however, not wanting to give the female the satisfaction of making him submit. A growl could be heard bellowing from within Bryce as his gaze upon crimson harpie intensified.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Bryce's brawn could not stop the gap between them from dwindling as the demoness wound the rope around her hand to pull him in like a tractor beam. It seemed pointless to waste his energy defying her considering the condition he was in. Later, when he had recovered all of his strength, he would be able to fight back, but at that moment, it seemed best to give into the woman, which took a lot of swallowing of pride.<br/><br/>Bryce was now directly in front of the temptress, brown eyes looking into black ones. This was the first time he had seen her so close. It was the first time he noticed the true features of the succubus. Yes, her skin was red, which was quite different from the norm, but it was a nice compliment for her luscious lips that happened to match the color of her long, raven black hair. His eyes couldn't help but dip down, taking note of the cleavage being exposed by the female's scandalous attire. It was at this point Bryce remembered the differences of their sex. That he was a man, and she a woman, a rather filled out woman to be exact. His eyes returned to hers in order to distract himself from observing her curves. Still, nothing could stop him from taking in her scent. She was a succubus, and her body exuberated it. It was much stronger at such a short distance, causing him to realize how sweet it truly was. Any man's loins could easily be set on fire just from inhaling such a scent, so having an enhanced sense of smell was not a benefit at that moment. Something was beginning to stir within himself, and he wasn't fond of it. The beast inside was beginning to get... ideas. However, Bryce was a captive, and he'd need to focus on setting himself free. Although, in some parallel universe where Bryce wasn't a slave, having a bodacious female such as the one that stood before himself would've been rather invigorating to say the least.<br/><br/>The lycan finally regained his focus, remembering the task at hand. To bide his strength, pass some time until he was ready to escape. Something that a little meaningless conversation could easily take care of. Shackle's clanked as Bryce's hands rose to grip the length of exposed whip that remained stretching from his neck to her hand, holding tightly so that she couldn't tighten in anymore, although he wasn't too sure if he could hold it considering he didn't know the extent of a demoness' strength. "You speak of me... like you have me all figured out, yet... I know nothing... of you..." Bryce began to say through the confines of the rope constricting his throat. "I think I at least... deserve to know who my captor is... and for what purpose I am truly here..."