Morzan grimaced as she ripped his head back again, this time more viciously. That one actually inspired more pain than pleasure and brought a small growl to his own lips before she let go and circled him.
"I told you! I. Dont. Know! you’re torturing the wrong guy!"
"Look, I don’t pick out the wrong men. I was very specific when I asked my subjects to bring you to me.” She snarled, slamming her hands onto his tied forearms, leaning over him now, baring her teeth lightly.
"… I’m not going to ask again…" She murmured in a sickly sweet tone, leaning over to his ear.
“Where, are, they?” She growled lowly, her lips moving against the other’s lobe with a frown.
Damn it. Damn it all to hell. He was going to end up telling her, he could see it. She was determined and seemed like the kind to stop at nothing to get what she wanted. He grimaced weighing up his options before he grunted.
"Fine, i’ll tell you. On one condition- You let me go as soon as i tell you where to find what you want."