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Raoth had reached the end of the length of chain he was attached to. Desperately he scrambled at the dirt, watching the gorgeous female approach him, completely uncaring about the fear that rose off him. If anything, it excited the demon even more. The soft words that came from Levent, the explosion behind him, it just heightened her anticipation. Smiling Amy reached out a hand, appearing to be gentle as she pulled him up. There's no need to worry little coyote. We're just going to play a little game. You like games, don't you?
She played all kinds of games with Raoth. Hide and seek, pin the tail, tag, blind wolf's bluff, hot lava, dress up. Each one ended with a new mark on Raoth's body, usually painful and liable to scar. Unless it was a bruise. Then it tended to just stay and refuse to go away for weeks. Turning Amy flashed a smile at Levent. How about we play Strip Roulette? Tie him to a tree, and take turns throwing knives at him. You miss, you lose a piece of clothing. Her look was decidedly wolfish despite the fact that she was clearly pure dog as she spoke.
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