When the purple-haired mage woke up, the first thing she realized was her hands were bound, likely by chains from the metallic cold that was felt on her wrist.
She groggily opened her eyes, to the sight of the white haired demon who had humiliated and abused her. Both her crotch and nipples ached from the memory.
"You finally woke up. I was wondering when you will do so," the demon exclaimed.
'I hope I don't woke up to you, bastard,' she inwardly seethe, her expression mirroring what she thought.
The demon had the gal to laugh, as he squeezed her cheek and force her to look at him.
"I do feel insulted, with how you think that pathetic barriers of yours can block me," he said as he stop squeezing her cheeks.
"So, I will punish you thoroughly," he took out an item from a nearby crates. The item in question is black in color and looked similar to loong stick, except it was made of materials she did not recognize.
