"M-mother?" she stammered, pulling once more on the binding ropes. Her wrists and shoulders screamed, the skin on her wrists raw and the muscles aching. Her arms were not used to being held so long above, and they were blissfully starting to go a bit numb.<br/><br/>"Where did you come from? Are you... are you a demon?" She is disbelieving even as she asks; some of the darker songs Devo's band performs touch on the occult, but she thought that kind of thing was mere fantasy.