"No, no, little dear. We, myself and the Mur-Zhagul, and these two..." She gestured to the two orcish guards by the throne. "Tok and Rubir, aren't demons, we're half demons. Cambions, as I like to call us. You may believe what you please, little dear, but questioning aside, your punishment is still in order. Spread her legs." She commanded, an involuntary sneer curling at the corners of her lush lips. As the troll beast, or "Mur-Zhagul," wrapped its hands around her thighs and wrenched her legs to be spread-eagle, Codi couldn't take it anymore.
"Wait!" He called, squirming in the hand that still firmly held him. "I told her to do it! Leave her out of this! I can... I can take her place!"
The woman's eyebrows quirked mockingly, staring Jasmine fiercely in the face. "Well now. Is what he says true? Tell me, darling, would you let him take your place so you don't have to suffer?"
"Wait!" He called, squirming in the hand that still firmly held him. "I told her to do it! Leave her out of this! I can... I can take her place!"
The woman's eyebrows quirked mockingly, staring Jasmine fiercely in the face. "Well now. Is what he says true? Tell me, darling, would you let him take your place so you don't have to suffer?"