Mohini felt her eyes lock in on his, her small brown eyes drowning in the intense gaze that shot out from his expression. She wanted to look away, but with his hand beneath her chin, dare not. With every word he spoke of the conditions of her capture, the rapturous pleasure drained from her face and mind, slowly replaced with a despair over her current situation.<br/><br/>She simply stared at him a moment before her eyes drifted to the other captive then back to him. He took her teeth for drawing his blood? Hadn't she been chained as well? That at least explained the screams she had heard on the barge... Still, he took her teeth? Weren't they to be used as pleasure slaves? What men wanted a girl missing her teeth? How would she eat? Mohini's mind began to wander with those thoughts.<br/><br/>His question made her focus back on his words. In her head she replayed them translating them into her own language, then she shook her head. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but snapped it shut again quickly. She opened her mouth once more then again closed it before any words emerged. An aggravated look crossed her face before she turned away and took a deep breath, letting it exhale slowly out. Looking up at him once more she spoke finally, in a quiet, submissive tone. "I do not understand. Why should you care if I experience pleasure?"