The Shadow grunted at her kick, and during her leg's brief contact with his shaft a few droplets of his seed spilled upon her skin, leaving a burning trail along her flesh as they slowly trailed down.<br/><br/>He took a step back, letting go of her and reaching down to rub himself.  "I would promise you suffering for that," he growled, "But I already intend to ravage your mind, soul, and flesh completely.  Enjoy this moment if you wish."<br/><br/>Then a pair of large and brutish spawn entered, not as impressive as Gore, but thickly muscled and strong.  They moved to Lauralana and reached to her hands.  With a rough tugs and twisting, they worked the spikes free of the wall and then from her hands.  Holding her arms, they lifted her and made ready to carry her from the wagon.<br/><br/>The Shadow leaned down and took one of Anna's hands, pulling her to her feet and reaching to smooth her hair.  "See to your Mistress," he said softly, "Wash her and dress her for the bonding."