Lauralana felt her body sliding as Helae doubles over, and she twists, trying to break Helae's grip on her wrists. Her breathing was heavy, the loss of blood making her dizzy though thankfully her nipples were more seeping then gushing. The blood that falls from her lips decorates her chin, and the nose trickled as well from the new piercings.<br/><br/>All in all Lauralana was a ragged elf, no longer the calm, pristine beauty, but a wild and if allowed to be, dangerous. Yet the addition of the orcs did nothing to help her situation, and she soon found her self pinned firmly, her arms stretched wide to keep her off balance, thoguh her legs still twist and lash out trying to keep them at bay. "What a pathetic spawn you are..Helae is it? What would Daddy think if he sees his little bitch snivling before a mere elf?"