Lauralana had figured giving in and not fighting Halae would be easier then enduring the seemingly endless amount of evil metal at the spawn's disposal. She had thought that it would be easier to simply hang in her misery, perhaps blashpeming and praying for death.<br/><br/>Yet the spawn presses herself against the elf woman, and the only blessing from the rings were that she could tolerate the nearness of such a being of shadows without wretching and vomiting. The slow slide of the feminine hand along her body revulsed her, yet as the fingers brushed her sex, already in a strange torment between pain and pleasure of having the nub of her clitoris constantly stimulated by the aggravating ring deepseated.<br/><br/>When Tristan spoke Lauralana moaned, having forgotten her misery and humiliation had an audience, that someone had witnessed her brought low. And for a long, horrifying moment she feared that she would answer yes. Yes to torment the human, yes to torture him and leave her to lick her wounds. The temptation was so great that the affirmative formed upon her pierced thick tongue, and she realized this she slammed her jaw shut hard enought to rattle her teeth together. "When the Master beckons, the dog comes home..I imagine you should get to trotting with your tail between your legs like a good little Bitch..."