Dressed in her queenly leather bodysuit, Sophia held a pen in her mouth, writing on a piece of parchment (looted from Anna's gear) spread across a table. Standing allowed her to use her waist and legs to control the pen more easily than sitting, so she wrote standing.
Isaac stood behind her, watching her bound body and stubbornly ununtied legs. Her round hips swayed enticingly as she wrote, stirring his imagination. His arousal was instant and undeniable.
"Little Zack's little soldier is standing tall again," Sophia said, dropping the pen with a cold smirk, her keen hearing catching his reaction.
"Tch, that's different! You're the vampire seducing me!" Isaac retorted, echoing Anna's words.
"Hmph, Little Zack's even talking like that little bitch now," Sophia said, turning to face him, her ample chest thrust forward. "This duchess's work is done!"
Isaac approached the table, eyeing the parchment covered in incomprehensible mathematical formulas and geometric patterns. "What's this?"
"It's a spell formula I just wrote. Tomorrow, take this parchment to the city's magic guild. This is Gulens's second-largest city; they'll have one. Have them inscribe this formula into the Bloodheart dagger's counterweight ruby."
"What spell is it?"
"A simple one! They'll understand it, and even if they don't, I've written the formula—they just need to copy it. Tell them it's like enchanting a scroll, even easier, since no formula needs to be etched into the gem. If they can enchant a staff, they'll get it. Oh, and if they ask about Bloodheart, say nothing—it's a high-level magical artifact."
"But what does it do?" Isaac pressed, curious. A complete dunce, as Sophia often said, he struggled with magic. Even village girl Georgina mastered Bloodheart's one-tap spell release instantly, but Isaac took ages to learn its clothing-swap and repair spells under Sophia's patient guidance. Days ago, he'd used the repair spell to fix Sophia's outfit after Anna shredded it.
"It's… a simple teleportation spell… to let this bound duchess wear the underwear I bought. It can also swap clothes while bound," Sophia admitted, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. She shouted toward the poorly soundproofed storage room, "From now on, my used underwear goes straight into that little bitch's mouth!"
"Mmph!" Anna's muffled protest echoed from the room.
Sophia's leather outfit was conjured by magic, but back in Windleaf Town, when storing spells in Bloodheart, she forgot to include one for swapping or conjuring underwear. After discarding her battle-soiled, blood-and-incontinence-stained panties, she had none to wear, forcing the leather to chafe directly against her crotch—uncomfortably.
"Alright, I'll handle it tomorrow. It's late; time to sleep." Isaac headed to his bed.
"Little Zack! You haven't carried this duchess to bed!" Sophia hopped, her newly bound knees and thighs making noise.
"You shuffled to the table yourself. Just shuffle back," Isaac said, puzzled.
"No! My knees were bound by you for that little bitch! You're responsible!"
"Ugh, you won't let me untie your legs. So stubborn."
"I don't care! If you don't carry me, this duchess won't sleep, and it's all your fault as my servant. Can you handle that?"
"Fine, my lady." Isaac hopped off his bed, scooped Sophia into a princess carry, and placed her on her bed.
"Goodnight, my lady." He tucked her in and blew out the lamp.
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The next morning.
"Listen, you mustn't—"
"Don't bully the little bitch, right? Fine, this duchess wouldn't stoop to tormenting such a lowly creature," Sophia said, sitting on her bed, eyeing Isaac disdainfully.
Isaac was about to leave to complete Sophia's task and buy breakfast, but he worried she'd bully Anna. Though he enjoyed watching girls being teased, he wasn't a reckless noble like Sophia. If their feud persisted, they'd chase each other to the ends of the earth. Cooling tensions with Anna was critical, despite her nearly killing him. He didn't like her, but traveling with one massive trouble—Sophia—was enough. Adding Anna would be catastrophic.
"I don't trust you."
"What's not to trust? Fine, lock my legs again!"
"Perfect. Toad Hop!" Sophia's legs snapped together, forcing her to hop like a frog.
"Damn you! You actually did it!" Sophia fumed, clearly bluffing.
"You asked for it."
"Curse you, Little Zack! Locking my legs for that little bitch! You're despicable!" She hopped angrily, nearly falling. Isaac caught her waist like a dance partner, steadying her.
"Filthy Little Zack, this duchess doesn't need your lowly help!"
"Then don't." Isaac, growing familiar with her antics, feigned letting go.
"Hey! No, no! I need you!" Sophia's body dipped a centimeter before she begged, her pleading tone clashing with her haughty eyeshadow-heavy makeup.
"Promise not to bully her," Isaac said, righting her.
"Hmph, what's to fear? I won't eat her. If I bully her, you can hang and whip me."
"Deal. Don't bully her." Isaac left.
"Safe travels, Little Zack!" Sophia flashed a pet-owner's smile. Isaac, entranced, slowly closed the door, elated.
Thump! Thump! Thump! The moment he left, Sophia, legs bound and feet shackled, hopped to the storage room. "Heh, Little Zack's gone, little bitch. You're done!"
"Mmph!" Anna panicked. Isaac had just told Sophia not to bully her, yet here she was.
Anna hung in a humiliating, agonizing position. Four or five ropes encircled her chest, a thick bundle piercing her cleavage, amplifying her D-cup breasts, swollen from the aphrodisiac. Five or six ropes constricted her waist, deforming her abdomen and restricting her breathing, thanks to Sophia's endurance elixir preventing physical harm. Over a dozen ropes compressed her stomach and bladder. She'd barely eaten last night due to the binding and hadn't relieved herself in two days, causing unbearable pain. Only Belmont pride kept the floor free of waste.
Her arms, like Sophia's, were elbow-bound, tied at the armpits, above and below the elbows, and at the wrists. Without the elixir, her arms would've necrotized from lack of circulation. Even with it, they were numb. A crotch rope, linked to her suspension ropes and chest bindings, tugged with every breath, blending pain and pleasure. As a stoic warrior, Anna found the arousal humiliating. A neck collar restricted her breathing and head movement, forcing her to face forward. She'd slept choking, the aphrodisiac's sedative effect laced with a cruel twist: heightened pain and pleasure persisted in her dreams of violation.
Her calves were folded against her thighs, bound tightly, her leather pants digging into her flesh. Defenseless against Sophia, she was helpless.
With a rip, Sophia tore off Anna's blindfold with her teeth.
"Where should I torment you first, little bitch?" Sophia sneered, embodying a villainous queen.
"Mmph!" Anna's struggles tightened the neck collar and stimulated her chest and crotch. The aphrodisiac amplified the sensation, causing a small flood.
"Just a touch, and you're gushing," Sophia taunted, turning and slamming her hips into Anna's face. The impact swung Anna back like a pendulum. Sophia kept thrusting, using her elastic rear to batter Anna's face like a punching bag.
Anna's ropes tightened, her body leaking sweat, arousal, and aphrodisiac-induced milk, turning her into a drenched punching bag. Sophia's rear wasn't painful, but the humiliation was excruciating.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Anna's face repeatedly met Sophia's hips.
"Let's taste your milk." Before Anna could recover, Sophia crouched beneath her. Unable to look down due to the neck collar, Anna's fear intensified. Her hunter knowledge warned of vampires enslaving women like her. The aphrodisiac fueled lurid fantasies of vampire depravity. Despite her own elbow-binding and crotch rope discomfort, Sophia endured to torment Anna. Baring her fangs with a deliberate hiss, she provoked, "Mmph!" Anna feared a bite.
"Scared you!" Sophia laughed, retracting her fangs. She bit Anna's left breast through the corset, unleashing a fountain of milk pent up by the aphrodisiac, soaking the already drenched top.
"Mmph!" Anna, 21 and a virgin, was unprepared for lactation, induced by Sophia's venom. Being suckled through her corset was mortifying. She thrashed, choking on the neck collar, her muffled cries weak.
Sophia stood, hopping back to face Anna, licking milk from her lips. "Your milk's tasty. Shall I take you to my castle as a dairy cow?"
"Mmph!" Anna's tearful eyes protested. Only pride kept her from sobbing.
"Hahaha, scared again? Kidding! Dominatrix four, Belmont zero! Oh, you wet yourself!" Sophia's keen ears caught fluids and solids leaking from Anna's lower orifices. A yellow puddle and Anna's swollen, discolored pants revealed her loss of control.
"You made me soil myself, so I made you do it too. Dominatrix five—no, six to one! I'll give you one point for my accident that night. This duchess is magnanimous! Little bit—" Sophia froze, hearing footsteps. "Little Zack's back already?"
"Damn, time to bolt!" Sophia hopped away, slower than expected. Halfway, she realized Anna's blindfold was off. Like a child caught misbehaving, she hopped back, kneeling awkwardly due to her bindings to grab the blindfold with her mouth. As she stood, the door opened.
"Hmph, too late. This duchess fears nothing!" Sophia dropped the blindfold, puffing herself up with, "This duchess is no coward," as if martyring herself.
The storage room door opened. "Sophia, what are you doing?" Isaac asked, holding breakfast and Bloodheart.
Sophia feigned calm, turning to face him. "Checking on little bit—Anna, dear, to see if she's hurt."
"The blindfold on the floor?"
"I was checking her eyes."
"The water on the floor?"
"That's… from helping her sweat."
"Why's it smell like piss?"
"That's Anna, dear, lacking shame, relieving herself in my presence!"
"And her angry expression?" Isaac pointed at Anna's furious face.
"She's ungrateful! Belmonts spurn Dominatrix kindness!"
"Anyone in the world believe that story?" Isaac grinned slyly.
"Hmph, do as you will! This duchess fears no rat!" Sophia glared defiantly.
"Oh? Do as I will? What did you say I should do if you bullied her?"
"Reward me with treats, obviously," Sophia commanded imperiously.
"Who said hang and whip?"
"That was the little bitch!" Sophia snapped.
"Anna, dear, to little bitch so fast?"
"Mmph!" Anna's fierce protests demanded Sophia's punishment.
"Hmph! I, Sophia von Dominatrix, am in your vile, lecherous hands. Hang and whip me! If I beg, I'm no Dominatrix!" Sophia raised her chin, defiant.
"Oh? To keep your name, I'll gag you."
"You dare—Mmph!" Isaac slapped the ball gag on her.
"Mmph!" Anna laughed through her gag.
"Mmph!" Sophia protested furiously.
"Time to hang, but first…" Isaac grabbed ropes left from Anna's binding, laid Sophia flat, and folded her calves to her wrists, linked to her crotch rope, hogtying her. Unlike Anna's calf-to-thigh binding, Sophia's calves pulled the crotch rope when released, triggering a flood.
"Mmph!" The intense stimulation soaked her.
Knowing Sophia's vampire resilience, Isaac bound her tightly, ropes biting into her flesh as if to crush a human. His lecherous mind, long fantasizing about tormenting beauties, seized the moment.
"Up you go," he whispered in her ear.
"Mmph!" Sophia thrashed. In 800 years, she'd never been hung.
Isaac tied ropes to her crotch and chest bindings, suspending her face-to-face with Anna.
Anna smirked gleefully.
"Mmph!" Sophia wailed, feeling Anna's plight—her weight straining her chest and crotch. Without aphrodisiac-induced milk, her lower body still leaked.
Isaac produced a whip, grinning wickedly.
"Mmph?!" Sophia's eyes widened in terror. Her flippant remark about being hung and whipped was remembered. Her human-like senses would make this agony.
Crack! Crack! Crack! The whip lashed her body, eliciting muffled cries.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"
"Sophia, don't bully Miss Belmont, or you'll be punished!" Another lash struck.
Sophia, pampered outside battle, had never been whipped. Pain and shame brought tears, but with Anna gloating and Isaac watching, she refused to cry.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
Isaac, unathletic, tired after ten minutes, but Sophia's vampire stamina kept her wailing for release. Exhausted, he freed her after another ten minutes. The sudden relief from the crotch rope's pressure caused another flood. He left her hogtied.
"Mmph! You bastard! Brat! Pervert!" Ungagged, Sophia cursed.
"Keep cursing, and I'll gag you," Isaac dangled the gag.
"I'm not scared of you—Mmph!" She swallowed her insult at the gag's sight.
"You promised not to bully her," Isaac said, looming over the hogtied Sophia. At over 190 cm in heels, she hated looking up, often adding platform heels to tower over others.
"I said you could hang and whip me if I did, not that I wouldn't!" she retorted, maintaining her haughty air.
"Troublesome. Guess I'll keep you hogtied. Your body won't break."
"You—!"
"Keep talking, and I'll gag you."
"Hmph! I'm letting you win!" Sophia glared, seething.
Anna, watching, felt vindicated. For two days, she'd relied on this "vampire slayer" she could defeat in one blow. He saved her from Sophia's torment and punished the vampire, stirring unfamiliar feelings in her.
"Little Zack, carry me out. I have a secret to tell you," Sophia said hesitantly.
"After I feed Anna. Want some?"
Sophia's stomach growled, but restored, she dreaded excretion issues. "No, feed the little bitch."
Isaac stepped over Sophia, ungagged Anna, and prepared to feed her, pulling out the underwear.
"Um—"
"Want her gone?" Isaac asked.
"No need," Anna said, thrilled to see Sophia humiliated, unwilling to miss the view while eating.
"Your pants…" Isaac noted Anna's soiled leather pants, a mess of yellow and mixed fluids.
"Pretend it didn't happen!" Anna commanded, choking through her collar.
"Tch, so cocky while bound. Needs a whipping," Sophia muttered, hoping Isaac would punish Anna.
"You struck first. If you don't improve your attitude, I won't be kind," Isaac said. He wanted to resolve Anna's threat, planning to free her once she stopped hunting Sophia. If she persisted, his lowborn roots knew how to intimidate.
"I, Anna Belmont, may die but won't yield to you filthy pair."
"Then I won't help when Sophia bullies you."
"No need! Free me, and I'll drain her milk!" Sophia interjected, ignoring her own bound state.
"I… I'll cooperate," Anna relented.
"Stop hunting us, and we'll free you."
"Impossible! It's the Belmont destiny!"
"Then we'll feed you and keep you bound until you agree."
"Can… I eat?" Anna, barely fed last night due to her bindings, was starving.
Isaac offered a Gulens specialty—baguette. Anna humiliatingly opened her mouth, letting him feed her like a pet.
"Little Zack, me too!" Sophia, unwilling to be outdone, demanded food.
"After her," Isaac said, as Anna finished a baguette.
"No! Now!" Sophia insisted.
"Fine, my lady." Isaac squatted, feeding Sophia a baguette.
Anna, irked, blurted, "Hey, Isaac, feed me first, and I'll cooperate more."
"Mmph!" Sophia, chewing, fumed. "You dare compete with me! Damn Little Zack chose the little bitch! Dominatrix six, Belmont two! Outrageous!" She pouted, aggrieved.
"Six to two? What happened this morning?" Isaac asked, feeding Anna another baguette.
"I crushed her until you interrupted my streak—"
"Water," Anna interrupted, dehydrated from minimal drinking, fluid loss, and Sophia's torment.
Isaac held a bowl of milk to her lips, spilling some down her chin to her soaked chest due to her restricted neck.
"Not as tasty as your milk," Sophia taunted.
Anna, reliant on Isaac for protection and food, felt a paternal warmth she hadn't known in years. Her face flushed.
"The little bitch fancies Little Zack?" Sophia, sensing Anna's rising body heat, pouted.
"You witch! I'd never fancy your traitorous human slave!" Anna snapped.
"Ahem, watch it, Miss Belmont," Isaac warned, holding the foul rag soaked with Sophia's fluids.
"Hmph!" Anna, eyeing the rag, grunted defiantly.
"Alright, the little bitch is fed and won't relent. Time to gag and blindfold her," Sophia said.
"No—Mmph!" Isaac stuffed the sour, saliva-soaked underwear and reeking rag back into Anna's mouth.
"Mmph!" Anna wailed.
"Carry me out, Little Zack!"
"No more food?"
"No! You chose that milk cow over me, despite my bigger chest! I don't want your scraps!"
"Huh?"
"Stop dawdling! Carry me!"
Isaac lifted the hogtied, tattered Sophia, leaving the storage room's puddle and its suspended source—Anna.
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"You jerk, bullying me!" Sophia complained once carried out.
"I warned you not to bully her."
"You're bewitched by her!"
"Enough. Didn't I tell you my plan? If she stops hunting us, we're free."
"You think a Belmont will abandon hunting vampires, especially me, their top target for 800 years?"
"I'll find a way—"
"Curious about my plan?"
"Right, how do I use the spell to change your clothes?"
Sophia blushed. "Get a pretty bra and panties from the bag."
"Huh?"
"Now!"
"Yes, my lady." Isaac set Sophia on the bed and fetched white lingerie.
"Hold the dagger and think this word: ^&*%."
"In my mind?" Isaac had learned Bloodheart's clothing spells under Sophia's verbal guidance.
"Of course! Bloodheart, like all magic items—scrolls, rings, staves—casts silently! I only made you chant because you're a dunce! Scrolls and items are for mages in no-casting scenarios, saving mana, or for non-mages like warriors or thieves. Imagine chanting for every artifact!" Sophia ranted.
"Sorry, I didn't know…"
"Dunce! High-tier legendary weapons like Bloodheart cast instantly, silently, and fixedly without chanting. Just think the spell, and if it's stored, it casts!"
"Fixedly?"
"Instant, fixed, silent casting! Fixed casting skips gestures, avoiding energy loss, a tough skill. Bloodheart casts fixedly with no loss! A coward like you needs fixed casting to cast while fleeing."
"Silent casting skips chants, even when silenced. You think the spell—faster than speaking, especially for stammerers like you!" Sophia added, "I can silently cast all human magic! Even gagged, I could blast your little soldier."
"Your collar stops you," Isaac countered.
"Hmph! Can't you play along?"
"What's instant casting?"
"Single-action casting, like pulling a trigger. The action depends on the mage's skill. I can cast with a finger flick—harder than fixed casting but more practical, with less energy loss. It still needs chanting, which slows it. Combining silent and instant casting lets you cast in a snap, just thinking the spell."
"Bloodheart does all three?"
"Our ancestral Bloodheart enhances stored spells too."
"Why memorize the word if I just think the spell?"
"Because you're a dunce! You took forever to chant artifact spells! Expecting your wooden head to cast silently is harder than making the little bitch stop hunting me!"
"Alright, what else?"
"Focus on the panties while thinking the word."
"Panties?"
"And… focus on where I'm not wearing them…" Sophia blushed.
"That's how it works? No wonder the guild mages smirked!"
"I'm bound! Try it! I added a failsafe to prevent mishaps."
"Okay…" Isaac held the dagger, thought the word, focused on the panties, then Sophia's crotch…
Nothing happened, except his arousal.
"You lecherous dunce!" Sophia snapped.
Irked, Isaac tried again. Nothing.
"Dunce!"
Again. "Dunce!"
"Dunce!"
"Dun—" The panties vanished.
"You did it!" Sophia rolled onto her side, revealing the white panties snugly fitted through a tear in her bodysuit.
"Now the bra!"
Isaac succeeded; the bra appeared under her tattered suit.
"Now I can stuff my original-flavor panties in the little bitch's mouth!" Sophia grinned, unbothered by her hogtie.
"That's your plan?"
"And it's comfy and cute!" The panties reduced her crotch rope's irritation.
Under Sophia's guidance, Isaac silently cast the clothing repair spell he'd learned verbally.
"Two more spells to try."
"What?"
"Think this word, focusing on me." Sophia gave a word.
With prior success, Isaac cast it instantly. A blood-red rope materialized, wrapping tightly around the bound Sophia, its end floating like a leash without a holder.
"What's this?"
"A spell I stored with the clothing swap in Windleaf Town. You've mastered it! My 20-year-old invention, Dominatrix Binding, for tormenting slaves."
"You're…?"
"Test it on me, then use it on the little bitch."
"Still bullying Miss Belmont?"
"Of course—Agh!" The rope, like a tentacle, lifted Sophia. Soft yet strong, it suspended her, its end floating. Blushing, she realized Isaac's thoughts controlled it. He was its master.
The rope split, a second strand wrapping her hips, anchoring to the crotch rope. The first rope unbound her, and the crotch rope bore her weight, eliciting moans. "Ah—You pervert—Mmph!" The first rope gagged her lips, silencing her.
The holy crotch rope burned the vampire's red magic rope, dropping Sophia with a thud. The spell dissipated.
"Agh! That hurt! I just wanted a test! You pervert, I'll kill you!"
Panicked but emboldened, Isaac said, "Stop cursing, or I'll gag you."
"You! I bared my secrets, and you dare! You bastard—Mmph! Sorry, Lord Isaac!" Sophia cowered at the gag.
"Quick to fold, huh?" Isaac chuckled, understanding her.
"Wait till I'm back in Silania—"
"Feed to dogs, flay, behead—you say it daily. Ever hear of the boy who cried wolf, my lady?"
"Hmph." Sophia rolled her eyes.
"Enough. What's the other spell?"
"Cleaning spell. Try it on the little bitch."
"Really? Cleaning her? Why so kind?" Isaac distrusted Sophia's motives regarding Anna.
"A good spell for Anna, dear!" Sophia insisted.
Hearing "Anna, dear" instead of "little bitch," Isaac knew it was a trick. "If you're lying, I'll discipline you!" Growing bold, he relished dominating Sophia. Still wary of Anna after her near-fatal attack, he mused he might soon torment her too.
"No!" Sophia's guilt was obvious.
"Too bad! You're bound!" Isaac entered the storage room, freeing Anna. She thrashed, but her hogtied legs and elite skills were useless. Avoiding her soiled pants, Isaac grabbed her suspension knot like luggage, dragging her to Sophia.
"Here goes." Isaac cast the spell on Anna.
Flames erupted, the ignition spell Georgina used to burn Sophia's webs. Anna, a fireball, writhed. "Mmph!" The fire burned her gag and clothes.
Isaac doused her with a bucket of water, extinguishing the flames.
A top-tier warrior, Anna, despite two days bound and burned, stood naked, punching Isaac's face, knocking him down. She kicked Sophia's face.
"Agh!" Sophia screamed.
"That's for you, bitch!" Anna kicked again.
"My sword?" Anna searched, but a red rope materialized, binding her legs.
"What's this?" She turned, seeing Isaac, bloodied, wielding Bloodheart, controlling the rope.
The rope extended, binding her torso. "You bastard!" Anna tried to lunge, but the rope held her.
Two more ropes targeted her arms. She dodged nimbly, but the leg rope split, threading through her crotch, yanking her sensitive area. "Agh!" Drugged, she moaned, distracted, as the ropes bound her arms in an X-shape, wrists crossed at her upper back, forearms perpendicular. A final rope gagged her, linking to her back ropes, forcing her head up.
Now naked, Anna's unburned but reddened skin was bound as her legs were folded, calves tied to thighs. More ropes materialized, lifting her to a kneeling position, bending her torso to bind it to her thighs, folding her into thirds.
"Mmph!" Without a neck collar, the kneeling, bowed posture was excruciating. She wailed.
"Miss Belmont, this is a warning. No more pointless actions," Isaac said, gripping Bloodheart.
"Little Zack, Dominatrix Binding can make ropes permanent with ten minutes' focus!" Sophia said.
Isaac concentrated, and after ten minutes, the ropes became fixed, no longer needing his control. Sophia taunted Anna the entire time.
Rubbing his bloodied mouth, Isaac rested. Sophia praised, "Little Zack's—Mmph!" Isaac, recalling his promise to punish her trickery, recast Dominatrix Binding, gagging her. Her reckless spell nearly killed Anna and could've caused a fire. She needed punishment.
"Mmph!"
"How's it feel, bound by your own spell, my lady?" Isaac wiped his bloodied mouth.
"Mmph!" Sophia, never bound by her own magic, was twice ensnared today.
A rope wrapped her neck above her collar, suspending her like a noose. Avoiding her holy ropes, Isaac ensured the spell held.
"You're naughty, getting me beaten," Isaac said, pointing to his mouth. He knew the noose wouldn't harm her vampiric body.
"Mmph…" Sophia's throat constricted, silencing her.
Isaac hadn't expected Sophia's prank to escalate so dangerously. Anna could've died, or they could've. A fire would've been disastrous. Furious, he decided Sophia needed severe punishment.
Five ropes materialized, whipping her breasts, hips, and crotch. Suspended vertically, hogtied, she was a punching bag, each lash swinging her, tugging her ropes and neck collar, blending pain and pleasure.
"Mmph…" Sophia's muffled cries weakened. She'd drunk a bottle of wine at Lionnis's finest restaurant and milk to recover, filling her bladder. Holding it for two days, the whipping broke her control. A gush of pale yellow liquid sprayed from her tattered bodysuit, splattering the room as the ropes whipped faster, relentless.
Poor Sophia could no longer even whimper…