The growling chuckles that emanates from the shadows above her is not a comforting sound. Cruelty, and something more layers the mirth. The whistle in the air and the heavy sound of bare but hardened feet hitting the ground barely precede the overwhelming scent of caked and congealed blood. A massive clawed and hairy hand grips the warrior around the waist, lifting her from behind. The manacles pulled excruciatingly against her wrists as the ice splintered and gave against the chain as she was lifted. The erymanthoi crushed her back against his massive hairy chest. The stench was almost forgivable as his heat washes into the flame duck. "<strong>Warmth little bird? Heat is what you want?</strong>" The blood ape spoke into her ear, his tongue raking through her hair. His "heat" rose up her back, she could feel his intent. His hot free hand swept around to paw her clumsily, hotter than a mortals. "<strong>Hrmmmmm, you will be warm soon enough. Mistress wants you warm, but she wants you clean first.</strong>" Another lick, and the blood ape tosses her to the ground, at the base of the spring that provided the spray, icy water showered over her as the blood ape carefully stepped out of the containment circle, "<strong>Hedria, the duck is awake, clean her up as I get Mistress.</strong>" The pale purple neomah enters the cavern, nude but carrying two scrub brushes and a flask of oil.