Threat or promise, the pale warrior woman did not know - but as he bent close to her breast, she offered a short snarl  in return; coupled with the blood that still flowed sluggishly from her lips, it made her seem all the more bestial and untamed.<br/><br/>It did not stop him, though; she doubted now that anything she tried to do could, and the chains and manacles persisted in holding her to the floor despite the tensing jerks she made against them, rattling them hard. then, slowly, her movements shifted; his work was stoking an unwanted warmth inside her that, like a steadily fed kiln, brough the flames licking hotly to her cheeks, and her breathing grew noticeably shallower beneath the touch of her mouth. her hips shifted, twisting and squirming beneath the cruel rhythm of the tongs; they were awakening a sensation of liquid heat, of melting between her thighs that unnerved the woman.