"You can pick," she spat, gripping hard and painfully at her hair to drag her bodily against it, grinding the feel of the toy over the small of her back. "Door number one, or door number two. That's the only choice you get, dog. Not until you've proven yourself worthy of any other treatment. I will beat you until I find a way you're not used to experiencing in terms of pain. Hell... I might beg Thanatos to let me pay a payment to him, just to get you your regeneration back."

"So we can experiment. You. Will. Yield. Or I will show you the sorts of things Demeter did to me."