The repulsion of his rushed, human powers of reason was evident in her expression as she strained to keep from jerking yet again. Her cheeks were beginning to flush with color, and the temperature of her body was beginning to rise, just like her temper. She was beginning to lose all patience with this man, because they had been like this for well over the amount of time she could tolerate being around a human.

"And I am quite sure that there is not a reason."

She squirmed only slightly this time around, her legs tensing and grinding against his to send the message that she was done with being held this way. Knives growled curses softly under her breath as she heard his proposition: He would let her go if she wouldn't run away.

'Gah! How can I let myself submit...-' She thought wearily, her eyes closing as a soft sigh escaped her pale, chapped lips.

"Fine. Let me go."

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. Andurhil is my loveslave . Quark is my Necro-Loving-Fiend .



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