The elf followed, almost running to keep up with his long stride - the only alternative would have been to be dragged. The hallway he drew her down was a new horror of its own sort, and her eyes fell wide and piteous upon the few who even dared to look up as they strode down the center. Here and there she could feel pains, but they felt old, and were soon lost to her.<br/><br/>Elandriel in fact made no protest until, in the torture chamber, she was locked to the rack and the human girl set between her legs. She could feel the other woman's heart-pounding fear from the moment Brom opened the door to her cage, but when he tied them together just so, the woman's mouth upon her soaked sex, she let out a soft cry, squirming in the metal restraints to try to draw back from the human's mouth on her cunt. "What game is this? I do not wish to play it!"