Bela Dimitrescu grinned, a seductive allure to her red painted lips,

her gaze lingered over your tied up body, she exhaled softly; "If you didn't struggle so much, this could've been so much easier..." she cooed, against your ear, you couldn't resist — due to the chains around your hands and ankles.

She raised her scythe to your bicep, gently grazing it — hard enough to draw blood and a whimper from you,

her smile widened at your whimper; "You whimper like a puppy.." she softly commented.