That teasing chuckle hissed its cruel, taunting laughter in the back of her mind as the man unbound her, and Elandriel sagged into his arms as one might expect, crying out as the change of position set the raw lines on her back afire once more, not to mention the dull throb of her nipples and the ache of her punctured breast. The pleasure of climax had slipped away, leaving only the pain of torture.