The elfin woman let out a longing moan beneath his description of what would happen, as if they set up some sort of bones-deep craving in her, and she twisted and teetered upon her toes, moving as much forward as the thick manacle around her slender neck allowed before it began to cut off her breath. Pale eyes watched the pair with an unnatural, yearning gleam.<br/><br/>Felicity moaned too, but hers was a moan of trepidatious fear as the baronet methodically, rhythmically tightened the chain. It lifted her arms slowly from where they rested above her on the table, and started to stretch her. Gently, at first, the muscles in her arms, her sides, her stomach and thighs all tightened, and she shuddered, already able to forsee the agony he spoke of if he continued. "My lord! You father asked me to be healed, did he not? If you... break me thus, I'll be of no use, and will he not be angry with a- a broken rabbit?"