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Lina has made her way to the second floor. She stops infront of the door belonging to the man her father has made new deals with. She doesn't want to go in. She knows what will be expected of her. She hesitates, debating on disobeying her father for once.

Lina understands what Garron is suggesting. It makes her smile slightly before even that tiny smile withers away into nothingness. "Neither. He is to be... to be paid. I appreciate the sentiment though, Garron. Thank you." She hesitates a moment longer before knocking softly on the door. She shouldn't have to knock hard. She is expected after all. The door opens and she leads Garron inside, the door closing silently behind them. She bows her head to the occupant of these guest rooms. He is nice to look at, handsome and tall. He is part demon and his wings are out. He says nothing to her as he turns and walks into the bedchamber, farther into the rooms. Lina hesitates. She doesn't want to follow. She wants to leave. She desperately wants to leave. Instead, she lets her wings and tail come out again as she follows after him.

Lina does her best to shut her mind off from her body. From the pain. This man likes the pain. So many of them do. She will heal, she knows this. She always does. That doesn't make it hurt any less. All she can do is lay there as the dagger traces lines and small designs into her. She makes no outward sound of pain though. She knows what that would do. It would only cause the man to snap, to cause more pain than she can handle. A little whimper here and there is all they ever seem to want. If they want screams, they say so. He has said no such things. She tries to still his blade, to get him to concentrate on his other actions. It is no use. He needs the pain. She does the only thing she can do. She shuts her mind off completely from her body. It will stop soon. Please... Please let it end soon...
Some time later, the man exits the bedchamber, Lina's blood staining what you can see of his pale skin. He's in a set of archmage robes now. He doesn't even spare a glance at Garron. "Get the girl out of here."

Once in the hall, Lina's legs practically give out from under her so she is forced to lean into Garron to stay standing. She managed to pull her clothes back on, but the feel of them against the cuts, bites, and scratches causes so much pain she's almost sick from it. Her wings and tail are even bloodied from the man. "It... could have been worse.."

At the feel of Garron's actions, Lina shuts her mind off from most of her body. Mostly the pain. She's gotten rather good at this little trick, though sometimes she needs help reconnecting her mind and body. She straightens herself and looks up at him. Her amber eyes are almost completely empty, dead. There is a cut over one of them, having almost cut her eye. She had blinked just in time to save her sight. Her eyes seem dead since she has blocked her mind from them because of the pain. "I... I wish to lay down now... Our rooms are upstairs.." She turns slowly and heads for another set of stairs, different from the ones leading up to this floor. Her movements are slower than normal.

Renji had brushed by Garron and Lina, knowing what had happened. He was pissed. He had had enough. he moved, his full demon anger taking over. Horns sprouted from his head, and his tail. as well. he would not tollerate anymore. He burst through the demons door, instantly having a knife to the mans throat. "I would consider yourself lucky right now, weakling. For if i killed you, Father would be out of his deal. Next time, you wont be lucky, fool." and with that, he dissappeared, going to see to Lina. He always took care of her after these such ordeals.

(Unfortunately for our antagonist, this simple task, has just become a whole lot harder...) Garron burst around a corner, his eyes instantly locking on the position of the intruder, the man who'd done something to Lina apparently, Garron's mind was about to snap, his anger only just being held in check, if her were to go into a full tilt Blood Rage, there'd be spilt blood, and not all of it would just be this man, he'd go crazy for death, and become a simple Death Luster. He had to keep at least somewhat cool. Keep calm, what are you up against? Don't rush in and attack, find out what he did first. Garron intook a deep breath, his aura raging with renewed vigour as he itched to release his wrath upon this man. "I'll give you only one chance to tell em what you did to Lina, before I simply beat it out of you!" He roared at the man, his voice not quite as raspy, not quite as throaty, but deffinately harsh, powerful, menacing, his eyes almost glowing from the intensity of his restraint, his aura building up it's power with his emmotions raging, his power almost needing to be realeased soon, or else it's release it's self on it's own.