Erythnul pulled the exhausted, sleeping girl off his chair and dropped her none too gently to the floor. He took his seat, his still-mostly-hard shaft covered in a mixture of the mortal's juices and his own seed. He held his chin in one hand, pondering for a moment.<br/><br/><em>Yes...</em>he sent to his minion,<em>leave her naked, and bind her tightly against the ground, face down. Put a collar on her. I want her to know when she awakens that her freedom is not something that will happen.</em>Cold laughter echoed through her mind, and sound she had heard countless times. The ancient demon lord's mouth stretched into a sick grin as he watched his servant carry out the orders.