Lauralana cried out as the Shadow gripped her wrists, the grinding sound of her bones grating together as he threatened to break her wrists set her teeth on edge and a hiss from her lips. She jerked her head away as he dampened her ear, revulsion shuddering through her as the sensitive organ was caressed by his tongue.<br/><br/>She needed sleep, she needed food and drink, but mostly she needed time to build even her physical strength back up. Instead she found herself trapped beneath possibly the greatest evil Nayearth had ever seen, too weak to do much more then squirm beneath him. Her green eyes wildly looked from the female spawn to the Shadow as he gripped her nipple, he rback trying to arch with his touch to lessen the pulling of her breast, but his strong grip on her wrists, and her fatigue prevent her from arching much, instead she weakly squirmed beneath him, more for her own peace of mind to know she had tried her best to resist.<br/><br/>Horror filled her as she spied the large needle, almost seeming to expand in size as she stared at the instrument in a fear-induced trance-like fashion. With only a small whimper she closes her eyes tightly and turned her face, so that all that was visible wa sone half, and the sand-matted silver hair covering her delicate ear. A single teardrop rolls from her tightly clenched eyes down her too-pale cheeks.