Ayumu ~ Wrath Demon
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The independent girl is a person before whose wrath only the most rash dare stand,
and, they,
it must be confessed,
with much fear and trembling~
There was a sudden blood-curdling scream as Ayumu awoke to find herself back in a cage. This time she was chained down which made it harder to escape. She'd still try, though. More screams followed by rattling chains as she tried to get free through brute force. She tightened her arms, folding them across her chest and tensing her muscles.
"Let me goooo!" She screeched like a banshee as her emerald green eyes locked onto one of the guards, who quickly ran over to her cage.
"Shut it you freak!" He barked at her as he kicked her cage, making it move slightly. She continued to scream and thrash about, apparently the kick didn't make her stop, it only made her worse. Inevitably, she was starting to get tired and so her thrashing calmed a bit. Although she did manage to loosen some of the chains.
"Go and sort her chains out." The manager of the slave shop grunted at his minions, who grunted back and walked over to her cage. They hesitated, not sure how they should go about their task. If they opened the door, she would escape and surely kill them all. So, they fed the chains through the bars, using wire to loop it around her horns and bolting it to the floor. These new chains forced Ayumu to keep her head still, facing forwards and out into the abyssal dank-ness of the shop.
In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage~