Charity was thrilled.
Ta'lali was no longer a succubus that fed on the chaste and trusting. Instead she looked meeker than a lamb, and didn't move when Charity untied her completely.
" How are you feeling?" Charity asked.
" Numb." Ta'lali responded.
" Excellent!" Charity clapped her hands and walked out of the room, returning a few minutes later with a new dress.
Ta'lali flinched when the cool fabric rubbed against her deep wounds, but Charity's kind words acted as a balm for her.
" You've been very good! Good job Ta'lali!" She cheered.
Ta'lali found that she was oddly content with the strange praise, but Charity continued until Ta'lali stopped her.
" Please... no more... I'm full!" She whined. One slim hand massaged her belly.
" Full?" Charity questioned.
Ta'lali ducked away.
" I feed on endorphins." She whispered.
Charity frowned.
" Alright. I will hold back on praising you."
Ta'lali slumped into her chair, wincing when the movement agitated her wounds.
" I want to go outside.." she whispered.
Charity's hands curled into fists.
" Is that so?"
" Yes." Ta'lali said, surprising herself with the demonic twang in her voice.
Charity whipped out her stun gun and pressed it against Ta'lali's throat.
" Keep your mout shut for the next twenty four hours or I will punish you." She growled.
Ta'lali shrunk away, helpless once more.