Her breath caught with an audible squeak at his touch between her thighs, cheeks coloring - but she was unable to squirm the way her body wished, not without rending her own joints asunder. His touch, even so gentle, was made unutterably cruel by the quiet and easily given threat in his speech, and she moaned, her head twisting away from the circle upon her cheek.<br/><br/>"I... I thought my... my hip, or my arm..." the young woman stammered, eyes clenching a little tighter as she her the shift of the chain binding the horrible caricature of an elf, and the eager,unintelligible whispering it made.