Atnorsa watched in a hard-breathing silence as he departed, searching out wine to wash his wounds. In the brief time he was gone, she twisted and tugged, bare body lurching as she tested the chains, searching for some sense of weakness in them.<br/><br/>Upon his return, her lips remained stained with the garnet darkness of his blood, and she bared her teeth at him in a slow grin as cruel as the look in her captor's eyes; her teeth were pinkened and rimed with blood as well. "Was it now? You'll get as much and more for every time you touch me," she said, her voice flat but boiling with a passionate fury as restrained as her own body was.<br/><br/>For a split second, her eyes dropped to the tongs he held, before meeting his eyes again, apparently unafraid.