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Samara was like a taut wire almost at a snapping point, trembling on the edge between fury and fear. His pause was disconcerting to both her and her family, those dark eyes seeming to be looking for something. She was afraid of what this creature could be seeking- -or seeing, in her. She vaguely registered her mother's pathetic attempts at salvaging the situation.

"Y-y-you can have f...five others in place of her!" The Countess implored weakly, hovering by her husband's side. Motherly instinct had taken full hold, and she didn't even consider if anyone else in the village hearing her or not. She probably wouldn't have cared at this moment.

Samara swallowed hard and felt a chill go down her spine at the eventual answer from the winged man in front of her. Animals were kept for all sorts of reasons. Most of the reasons she could think of made feel as if she'd swallowed lead.

Samara realized what was decided a second too late, the demon soldier grabbing her even as she thought to resist. Her eyes went wider along with her family's, struggling in the hold as others had done.

"No!"
"You can't!"

"L-let me go! Leave us be and LET ME GO!" Samara cried out, resisting as best she could, though it was proving to be futile. She felt tears of frustration as well as fear prickle in the corners of her eyes, trying in in vain to rid herself of this situation.

The Count and Countess had to be held back, along with the rest of the devastated families who watched as their loved ones were marched away. Wails and shouts echoed out into the night.

Samara was quickly over exerting herself, her mind warring with the idea of continuing to struggle versus saving her strength. Fear and dread were clouding her judgement.

"Let me go! Let us all go, you vile creatures!" Samara managed another shout, soon simply shaking with nerves as her body couldn't keep up with her emotions.