Luigsech's murderous gaze was locked upon the trajectory of the stave, knowing it would hit its mark. Victory! Yet her delight was short-lived as the trainers whip wrapped around her wrist, and she was yanked back. Spitting and snarling like a lion captured, she felt herself pulled down, teeth gnashing, and even as she was pulled , subdued easily by her hair, she was laughing. The sound would peal about the training yard, even as her battle cry had, its timbre one would think perhaps would be filled with madness. Ah but no. Simple mirth and delight. Her wrists were shackled once again, and she was still kicking, still fighting, until everything stopped.<br/><br/>Her breath had been coming harsh, lush breasts rising and falling quickly, but now she held her breath. Those eyes once electric blue now shifting to storm gray as Lucious' hand moved over her body. It's sent a confusing set of sensations through her, for though she had heard the command of the Master, it seemed the trianer was taking his time. A breath would hiss in, forcing herself to not move against the hand that traveled upon slightly wet lips. She was caught up, tied up, and subdued in a most delightful position, but these were different circumstances, and she refused to be this sort of spectacle.<br/><br/>And as her body relaxed the slightest bit in Lucious' strong grasp, silken lashed lids would close, and his words would sweep over her senses. The first sentence would be heard in his low graveled timbre, but the last would shift into the soft yet strong notes of her Queen. Would he feel the slightest of shudders that smoothed through her body? Opening her eyes, she would lock her gaze upon Lucious' for a split second as he finished his examination, and as she was yanked up to be shoved back into line, she would give a barely perceptive nod of her head. He was right of course.<br/><br/>Tossing her head to remove sweaty locks clinging to dirty cheekbones, she would dare ease her stormy gaze back to Volrath, and she would smile. It would be a smile full of teeth, a smile full of eager bloody promises. And then slowly she would lower her head slightly once again, shoulders back, holding the stance once again of the proud obedient slave she was supposed to be.