<strong>Moussad ~ beating the pretty Diva</strong><br/><br/>Moussad felt the tug and came to an abrupt stop. His hand on his dagger thinking someone at the edge of the crowd had turned and captured her. It enraged him. He thought she was very good. She didn't deserve to be lynched. He was going to take her back no matter the cost.<br/><br/>He turned ready to strike but the taunt leash led to Madison. She stood all alone.  She was talking to him in a tone that had him turning his head from side to side in disbelieve. He had just saved her from the angry mob and she was yelling something at him so fast he couldn't catch all the words.<br/><br/>But her meaning was clear. His eye brows raised. His voice the sound of a promising eruption.<br/><br/>"Okay."<br/><br/>"I beat you now." He said calmly.<br/><br/>The leash was taunt he just jerked it hard enough to dragged her off her feet. His eyes were glowing with anger. His expression set and he kept jerking her leash down the hallway to keep her off her feet until he found one of those room.<br/><br/>He pushed a door open and pulled her in behind him. He was so angry he was shaking. His hand to the crop at his belt as he locked her leash to a ring on the floor. He was screaming obscenities in fluent Aramaic with a drop or two of badly mangled english.<br/><br/>"MOther!!  You Devaja!!  Bismis Jarel piss in a rope!!  Garzamara Two dogs they fuck make babies!!  Oh no you did not! Girl  my friend!!"<br/><br/>Throckbottle looked on horrified.  Those who had been standing around for the lesson to begin now stood behind the dance instructor hoping to become so small that they were invisible.<br/><br/>Humphrey pressed the paper bag tighter to his face and tried to think happy thoughts while he witnessed what might possibly be describe as a violent homicide with a crop. Or at least a hell of a whipping. God that had to hurt, he thought and winced with each strike.<br/>