Though the Were's very statue was so fixated upon upholding what little dignity he still held, even he was well aware of how utterly exposed he was beneath the weight of those glacier blue eyes. His bare chest all but showed the very extent of that wound inflicted upon him, his skin decorated with a myriad of hues no flesh should have. Tetradore knew how very well she seemed to relish in his torment, how often she strove to push him over the edge and into some depthless pit of hopelessness. How often he walked that very boundary of sanity! Tonight would surely be no exception, that hunger within her irises held a pregnant promise of the anguish that was still sure to come. The very notion of how long the rest of his evening would be prompted a soft sigh upon his lips, even though that exhale only caused a shape sensation of pain across his side as his lungs pressed against the sharp fragments of his splintered ribs. That facade he so often hid behind so easily slid into place, veiling that concern and hurt that afflicted him. That glimpse of apathy hardly seemed to perturb the vampire in the slightest, as she so sweetly insisted that, one day, he too would be another broken toy within her menagerie. His lips pressed together in an almost firm defiance and yet, it was that simper on her lips and that promise of ideas that so prompted worry within him. There was little good to be had in the plethora of thoughts that festered in her mind.

Her hands were frigid, even as her fingers entangled within his brunette locks. His head was abruptly pulled upwards, stretching the skin of the nape of his neck only to reveal pristine flesh. Those bites she had once ravished his nape with had dissipated into nothingness and how it so seemed to anger her. His mistress' demands, however, were met with little more than a noncommittal grunt in an effort to appease her while altogether remaining silent of the man who had healed him but a few evenings prior. How long ago that seemed now. That irritation, however, seemed to all too quickly pass, if only for the assurance that, tonight, she would hardly be as gentle. Her gaze shifted towards his chest, though his hand was altogether firm against his side, the man entirely undesiring her close examination. It was, perhaps, unsurprising to feel that very lash of her affinity against him as he all but refused to remove his hand and yet, Tetradore winced all the same at the ethereal sensation of it. His very words were nothing short of cutting, the man hoping to distract her from that ugly bruise and yet, any game he played with her undoubtedly came at a price. Her grip was vice-like as so she abruptly reached out, gripping his jaw relentlessly. Her gaze so sharply met his own, her voice holding a certain sort of growl as she insisted she would take her time - as much of it as she so desired. His lips contorted into an almost feline-like snarl. "I will never worship you." Tetradore hissed, even despite the sadistic grin that so lit up her chiseled features.

That command to take his position at the base of her favored silvered wall, however, was one he was altogether sluggish to obey. His figured moved all the same as he dragged his feet against the ground. She approached with a keen sense of satisfaction, batting his hand away from his side as she eyed his vulnerable flesh. Her hands pressed against those rich hues, the sudden sensation of it was nothing short of excruciating, that outcry leaving his lips near unbidden as he so immediately strove to pull away from her. His back collided into those silver chains behind him, that dastardly metal so sizzling away at his very flesh in a fashion that caused him to step back towards the very woman who had brought him such pain. Softly he hissed in that residual pain as he so strove to cope with those sensations that afflicted him. He was unaware, in those delicate moments as he tried to regain his composure, of her affinity that so twisted and settle within his mind, leaving his very reality as hers to control. His emerald eyes darted towards the door as Risque called forth her henchman, demanding the presence of some...leopard. Innately, he knew just whom it was the vile woman spoke of, even before the familiar form of his cherished friend was deposited, unceremoniously, at the very center of her office.

Tobias. The leopard was terrifyingly still, causing Tetradore to fear for the worst and yet, faintly, he could still feel that connection between himself and his Beta, promising some life still existing within that clearly tired frame. How long had his friend walked before they had found him? How much had he fought against those captors before succumbing to that wound Darcy had left upon his shoulder? It broke his heart to see his companion so close to death when all of this had been due to Tobias' effort to save him. His gaze was all but poised upon the fallen figure of his companion as his hand slowly dropped from his side. Oh, the things he would exchange for Tobias's safety! The very pain he would endure just so the leopard could return home to the arms of his fiancee. Risque's name was uttered softly upon his lips, those words so pleading as he near begged for Tobias' release. That step closer towards the fallen feline was nothing short of hesitant as his gaze fluttered between Risque and his companion. He had no answer for those taunting words she offered him, his lips parted and yet, not a single syllable was offered to the woman. "I..." He started, only to fall to silence, entirely unsure of what words might grant Tobias freedom.

"Your issues are with me, let Tobias go....please." He uttered, his gaze, for once, so purposefully turned downwards, attempting to be the very embodiment of that submission she so preferred within her cats. That very gesture hardly went unnoticed by the woman, it seemed, as she so taunted him with the observation that Tetradore had found some mediocre of respect. She hardly made him wait long, however, before Risque informed him she had little intention of letting Tobias go - much less that whatever occurred tonight to the man was entirely his own to shoulder the blame. If only he had been able to stay awake long enough to shepherd the boy back into the car and turn around before Risque and Darcy had noticed his absence! His eyebrows furrowed as that very sense of hopelessness so clutched at his heart, his gaze altogether trained upon his companion. Tetradore was nothing but silent as Risque continued, the man merely swallowing as the vampiric woman so laid that foundation of his own faults. How those very words would so wiggle throughout his mind in the aftermath of tonight, causing his reckless disobedience to momentarily weaver.

It was that request for Tobias' tail that caused his gaze to sharply raise towards his mistress. He was hardly ignorant to her very eagerness and yet, for Tobias he was truly willing to fight the very extent of her affinities for control. "No." That word was soft upon his lips, though he knew that she would hear it all the same. He remained rooted to his spot, unwilling to get close to his companion if only for fear of what she would make him do and yet, everything within the man tense, prepared for the very worst that was to come.