Down on the ground, the prisoner begins to show his teeth, growling and giving his arms another hard tug against the chains.  This only gets stronger as Nuria draws closer, melting through the bars, clearly the closest he's been to someone for some time.  He smells of fear, but there is yet some fight, his teeth baring as though he will bite at the mysterious, metal-melting woman who walks proud and beautiful to him.<br/><br/>His skin is cold, his circulation having been cut off for so long, but the eye contact he makes is hot and desperate.  "I am no stranger to price," he responds through grit teeth, then the scream begins.  Her hands wrap around the manacles, her fingers on his skin, and the burning comes.<br/><br/>His howls fill the prison.<br/><br/>When it is done, the chains fall back and Nuria moves forward to kiss him.  From the darkness outside of the cell, Sydney and Phelypsis can see two things of note, his arms are scarred and burned with Nuria's handprints as well as a thick bar through each one where the manacles rested, and during the burning and screaming, his cock hardened fully, as desperate as his eyes.<br/><br/>The man still lies on the ground, now fully erect, free, and marked for the flame.  "This... This is no trick," he gasps out, looking between the three women with befuddlement on his face.  "This... This is real."<br/><br/>He attempts to stand again, but his body protests, stumbling back against the wall again with a look of intense pain on his face.  "We need to get out of here," he gasps out, his head rolling back to lean against the wall.  "We need to get out of here before they find what we've done."<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, what do you do?</strong>