Brom moved to return his box of clamps to the cabinet.  And the girl bound at her feet only gazed up fearfully at Elandriel.  "I don't know..." she whispered, "But please don't... don't hurt me with your magic..."  She shivered and leaned a little closer, nuzzling into the elf's damp pubic hair and smearing the mingled juices there across her face.  Her whole body lurched with obvious revulsion but she pressed a soft kiss to the elf's swollen folds.  "Please mistress..." she breathed against that tender flesh.<br/><br/>Brom had returned and smiled as he watched the girl's fearful and reluctant gesture.  In his hand, he held a highly polished knife.  He held it up, turning it and swaying his hand to let the light dance off it's length.<br/><br/>"The game ends when I grow tired of hurting you," he said with a cruel smile, "Of course, you are allowed to use this slave to take your pain if you wish.  Or you may let her distract you from it.  I imagine she'd be most willing to obey any requests you might make of her."