Briar's eyes widened as the fey left, and she heard a movement behind her. She looked over her shoulder. It hurt her back when she did that, but she needed to know...  it scared her to be crept up on... The man was frightening. Bigger than the fey, and he didn't seem meek... she was more scared now than before... more worried for herself, and the other that had been here...<br/><br/>She gasped softly, flinching painfully as his hand moved over her back... nothing hurt more than it already had, and she looked over her shoulder once more. Then he began, and the pain in her wound eased for a moment as his tongue moved over it, then intensified as he sucked on his way down.<br/><br/>Her breath quickened as he spoke. He liked it... the taste of her blood... he liked it. She trembled softly, turning her face so she couldn't see him any more, attempting instincually to curl up into a ball, though the restraints refused her that comfort.<br/><br/>With a sudden cry, she jerked away from him, pressing her front fiercely against the mattress as he spread her wound, and stuck his tongue inside where she could feel it moving between the two halves of the mark, sending pain coursing through her back. " s-stop..." her voice returned to her momentarily, as she squirmed in an attempt to free her open wound from his mouth. " please... stop..."