Sayuri let out a strangled cry of pain as she felt his knee dig into the slash wound on her back, ripping it wider and deeper. She gritted her teeth as seat dripped along her brow. This was going to far.<br/><br/>Her eyes snapped open, flashing a dark blue as one of her anklets suddenly slithered up her leg and back. The Black leather curled around the man's knee, growing in size and shape, withering and changing. It curled around his leg and knee, before squeezing tighter and tighter until it cut off the circulation. Suddenly it turned to a sharp steal, zooming in much tighter, slicing through his leather pants and into the flesh of his leg. The bladed steal rope cut deep, grinding deeper and deeper until it reached the bone.<br/><br/>Blood poured from his leg and knee, soaking her already blood soaked shirt and pants all that much more. She panted softly, leaning down into the ground, waiting for his weight to release her from the pain of the chain in his leg. If he didn't cut it out of him soon, it would slice and tear his leg into piece, to leave behind a useless hunk of flesh.