As the pain started to leave, Ulrica stared numbly at the floor, her nails retracting as her mind barely noticed the man was talking until he was before her. The band around her arm was still burning away at her flesh, something that didn't set in until the other placed a foot on it. His weight didn't do anything to the band itself; it was made to hold a werewolf after all, but it was like simply seeing what he was doing was enough to get that pain to flood back and when he stepped harder, though it didn't bend, the pain still seemed to worsen.

Her free hand was quickly wrapped around the forearm of her other arm, pulling on it to try and pulling the band from where it had stopped on her arm. She could hear his words; his words and his behaviors, all were meant to put her down, put her in a place where he and the rest of his kind wanted her. It was obvious that vampires and werewolves never got along and this just seemed to prove it to her; Ulrica hadn't grown old enough before the attack to assume that it was the hatred of the houses that made up what was supposed to govern and protect all of supernatural kind.

With a grimmace, the woman managed to pull her arm free, a more slender part of her arm at the band leaving a red and angry mark glaring back at her. This sort of wound would easily become infected for humans; fortunately, werewolves were already considered diseased by many and didn't seem to have issue with infection in most cases. The silver, however, being the culprit to the wound would cause it to heal painfully slow and it would hurt to get dirty and bump something like any othe wound.

As her arm freed itself from the burning metal, the man knelt down, his cold hand gripping her face pulling her attention from her angry burn to look up at his glaring gold eyes. Her eyes were still glazed over from the tears of his last attack; her dirty face tear striken in clean lines down her cheeks exposing a light tan, one that hinted at a richer color that could be born should the woman ever be permitted in the sunlight.

The cold that seemed through those warm colored eyes and the venom and dripped from his words told the woman that while his father may have feigned care to lure the woman in, this one would not. At that point, Ulrica wasn't sure which was the better torture; to live thinking that the one that controlled you may have actually cared, but didn't or to know that the one in control would end you without a second thought. She said nothing as she maintained eye contact with him; something about those orbs making it difficult to look away.

The man seemed done talking as he released her and started walking back towards the door, leaving the woman to lower her head to the stone ground, her gaze blankly falling to the seemingly rusted cuff around her wrist. Slowly, as she heard the man stop again, she brought her free hand back to prop her arm up. Her eyes rolled back up towards him as he started speaking again.

Was the rebellion dumb? Was this all she would ever amount to? Her mind flicked to fading memories of her father; a strong, powerful wolf that defended what he believed in until it literally killed him. Ulrica was all too easily able to recall her father's death; it was something she knew would never leave her. Would her father want this? Of course not, why would he have fought so hard for her to end up there?

No, she knew he wouldn't, but what choice did she have at this point? Between the silver cuff, silver cell and the collar around her neck, it wasn't like she exactly had many opportunities to retaliate or get away. It pained her to think of what her father would think about her being in that situation and her eyes fell back to the ground. She was a sad excuse for a wolf, so she told herself; letting herself be commanded by blood suckers and not fighting back to the point that they just killed her.

The boy said his father was lenient; such a thought made Ulrica fear just what about the other had been lenient. The man had been horrible and brutal, not to mention had no issue in letting others handle her punishment. Eyes falling back to the dirty ground, she tried to force thoughts of her father and the dark future before her out of her mind. After all, what was the point?