She wheeled and hit the floor hard when he backhanded her. Shocked, she put a hand to her cheek but barely had time to absorb what happened before she was ripped off the floor by his rough and strong hands. His claws raked her back and she screamed with the pain, blood immediatly welling to the surface, running down her back in streams. She looked at him, the defiance in her eyes replaced with fear.<br/><br/>She listened to him carefully, soaking in his words as if they would save her life. She winced as he nibbled on her neck but she said nothing.<br/>"Yes" was the only thing she said, in response to whether or not she understood. She didn't really, but she didn't feel that this was the proper time for explainations.