Knowing the twisting, pulling and sucking sensation of the tooth being drawn out of her darkened gums did not make it any easier; if anything, it made it worse as she anticipated the soundless popping sensations of the clinging nerves giving way, and then again she sang for him - a sharp scream at the dark ceiling above as the tooth twisted wetly free, and her body arched in the chains, her mouth clamping shut around the scream and the twin streams of blood. Sharply, anger intensified by the pain rather than cowed, she shook her head at him, trying to wrench free of his grasp on her jaw.