Brian just ran and ran at a full sprint for as long as he could, the sound of his footsteps echoing off the walls loudly now that he wasn't trying to be cautious in the least.  He would occasionally look behind him to see if there were any signs of being followed, but every time the path back looked empty.  This didn't stop him from running though, and his pace never slowed, having built up quite a bit of stamina over his years.  It was just as he was turning his head back once more to look behind him that the demoness made her attack.  Even if he had been looking forward at the time, there was no chance he would have been able to see her or react in time to avoid what happened next.<br/><br/>He gave a sharp cry of surprise as the whip wrapped around his legs, and his body lurched forward.  He was able to throw his arms up just in time to avoid his head colliding with the stone floor and likely knocking himself out, but in the process, his sword was dropped in the middle of the hallway with a loud clatter that rang out off the walls a few times.  A loud curse was added to the noise by Brian as he flailed out to try and grab his weapon again, but it was too late, his body was already being pulled away from it, out of his reach as he was dragged behind his captor.  He tried to twist his body around to get some kind of control over himself, but it just wasn't possible.  He was being taken for a ride whether he liked it or not.  One thing he was able to do however, was reach inside his shirt and grip the handle of a small dagger that he kept there for emergencies, and this certainly was one.  Just as he was preparing himself to try and reach to cut the whip that was holding him to her though, they arrived at their destination.  He didn't have much of a chance to look around before he was tossed onto the bed, and found himself with her weight suddenly on him, square on his crotch.  He immediately began to flail his arms a bit, but it was to no avail as she quickly had him bound to the bed by the shackles.  He still held the dagger in his right hand as his arms tugged roughly at his restraints, but they didn't give anymore than the slack that she allowed them to.  He started to panic a little at his helplessness, but he wasn't giving up yet.<br/><br/>When she moved off his body, his hips squirmed a bit at the dampness that was left over his cock from her dripping pussy, but otherwise his movements were focused on fighting a losing battle with the restraints.  As she leaned in again, feeling the heat from her own crotch emanating onto his leg, he finally responded to her question.  "I desire you dead."  He growled, bringing his hand wielding the dagger towards her as hard as he could, figuring that with the amount of slack he had, he would be able to hit her with the blade.  He hadn't even bothered to think that she would likely be expecting this, as she wouldn't have just allowed him to keep his weapon like that otherwise.