Bedlam yelped as she was taken hold of in such a painful manor, forced to her tiptoes, her balance precarious in the heels. Hers hands gripped the mo’s wrist, trying to take some of the weight from the three digits digging into her vulnerable flesh. Her panic-widened eyes snapped to the Host-like creature Mokujen had been talking with, drawn back to the mo when she forced the kitsune higher. She whined as the vampiric creature’s blunt nails broke her skin.<br/><br/>When the sadistic girl moved her hand, Bedlam grunted, then all but squealed and she was lifted even higher, feeling her flesh slowly parting as she was impaled by her on eight onto the cruel fingers. It wasn’t much, but the bite of her nails grew into more of a threat, her mounting fear making the world, even her very body seem more real. Then, the pressure eased, and she was allowed back down to her own feet.<br/><br/>She lifted her hand to the crescent-shaped wounds in her jaw, touching the bruised flesh delicately to assess the damage done to her stolen form, and gave Mokujen a dirty look. “When I find my betters, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” she snapped sullenly. Her eyes flicked to the thing in white again, unsure but suspecting what was going on.<br/>