"You're dawdling!" His anger grew as she hesitated longer, but finally she threw her tunic aside with a snarl."You're dawdling!" His anger grew as she hesitated longer, but finally she threw her tunic aside with a snarl. Teltirray laughed. "Is my pussy kitty angry?" he asked, soft and sarcastic. "Get on that bed!" She hesitated, and he swore. Without a word, he thought his favorite spell in her direction, simple Pain, and she buckled over, agonized. Her stomach would tie itself into knots fighting the pain he was feeding her if he didn't let up. Finally he did. "Now, get on the bed, Aimee'." "You'll kill me anyway," she gasped, looking up at him. He backhanded her. Although a mage and not a warrior, he was still a strong man, and she staggered back, landing on the bed. He reached down and snatched her right wrist, wrapping a black band around it. "I could make it more painful, you know," he growled. "It already hurts!" "I'll make it worse!" he replied. "You weak bitch." He turned her over, and although she fought, his strength made her less than a rag doll, and he affixed another black band to her left wrist. "Take her," he said to the air, and the bands pulled her into the air. She whimpered. "That's it," he smiled at her. "That's it. Try and remember the spells Darynn taught you. Try and use them. Save yourself as much as possible. It'll just make my pleasure last longer." Aimee' concentrated. She tried to find the spells she knew, and in the back of her mind they were marshalling to her defense. Chants flowed from her lips, soft and sensuous to her tongue as they healed her wounds and eased her pain. "Good," Teltirray sniggered. "That's it. Make it last longer." Her chest heaved as she breathed, gasping the words to spells that might make her last one more minute. |