Luix kept his senses open for that hideous hobgoblin, but damned if he was letting this opportunity go to waste. He craned his neck to glance behind him to where he had dropped his flail. He stretched behind him to seize it, pulling the girl's arms taut as he did so. Her shoulders would strain against the pull, but his knee kept firmly between her legs, holding her in place as her upper body contorted. Grasping the handle of the flail, he turned back, giving her a bit of reprieve from the pain, but keeping her still firmly in place. He knee inched back, perhaps giving her a moment of temporary hope, before she felt the cold, rounded tip of the flail's handle where his knee had been.<br/><br/>He stroked the tip up and down a couple times, teasingly, and then pushed insistently against the hole of her womanhood.