Cursing his bad luck, Colahr took the bindings nearby and secured the bitch-brother around the wrists one-handedly. It was slow and not easy, but he had the nude male bound by his arms once more. Getting up, with Ilaria's cunt dripping cum onto her brother momentarily and splattering his bare cock, he moved the whore over and removed the bindings around him and Gila. His free hand grasped her by the shoulder, shaking the orc.
"Gila, it's Colahr! I need you to wake up or I'll die! If I die, then you'll be in trouble! Wake up!"
He cursed, quickly moving over to the bindings that were still free. It'd be hard, but as he looked to Arlin he knew exactly how to proceed. Binding himself with both arms behind him, the bindings were pulled tight using the door in the middle of his apartment before he moved to plop down on top of Arlin. He looked down from Ilaria's rack, his eyes showing anger even as he smirked. It'd look just like his, even in the girl's body.
"Let's bond, since you're partly to blame. You're going to pledge yourself to me, Colahr, do you understand? Each time you don't answer me truthfully, I'm going to destroy part of your sister's mind. At this point, my body will be dead soon... but I'll do more than enough damage if you don't pledge yourself to ruin her forever. So choose. Your sister's life or your potential freedom? Assuming, of course, you can get out of here with your hands bound and your bitch hole exposed."
If Gila wasn't waking up yet, then he'd set up for the terrible. It wasn't going to be pretty, but the demon didn't have time to be lenient anymore. It was now or never he'd get the male to pledge himself, bouncing on his chest a single time with a cum-slicked smack.
"Heh... her pussy will be even better once I break her personality away... so I hope you choose to ruin her life over yours."