Her eyes were wide with surprise then narrowed in anger as Yoko stood over her triumphantly. "I won." He stated as he transformed his whip back into a rose.
"And that means that you belong to me now." Satira got up with a huff.
"I don't belong to anyone!" she said. Yoko chuckled.
"According to the bet that you willingly made you do. You lost, so that means you are to serve me!" Satira was speechless; she had lost fair and square. But staying was out of the question. The raiders had already tracked her to this location, and just because she had lost them for the time being didn't mean they wouldn't come back. This is where they would start looking again. Satira avoided Yoko's gaze.
"I can't!" she protested. "I can't serve you!" Yoko raised an eyebrow.
"And why is that?" he asked.
Satira racked her mind wildly for a reasonably explanation. "I just…can't." she finished lamely. Kuroune walked over to them, an amused grin on his face.
"You just can't?" he questioned. "Come on, you must have a better excuse than that." Satira shot him a glare then looked down again.
"You made the deal and you lost." Yoko said. "So unless you can convince me with a better reason than I just can't, you're coming with me." Satira lowered her ears and tried to think of something she could say. Anything!
"So? Do you have a good reason or no?" Yoko asked, noting the look of worry that had crossed her face. Satira sighed, she didn't.
"No." she whispered. Yoko smiled. "Good, then grab your weapon and follow me." He instructed as he turned and started walking away. Satira walked over and picked up her vine covered sword, unwinding them, and then placing the sword back in it's sheath at her side. She then turned and slowly followed Yoko into the trees, her head hung low.
The journey to Yoko's den wasn't too long, but Satira avoided looking at Yoko or Kuroune. She silently refused to say a single word and immediately began forming a plan to get away. The closer they got the den, the more guards she saw. She grew more hopeless at any chance of escaping. Guards were everywhere. But she would find a way, she had to. They made it to the front gate and Satira tried to ignore all the stares she was receiving. She continued to look at the ground and missed the glare Yoko shot at anyone who smiled in the cat demon's direction. A silent warning to them that this cat was off limits. Once inside she took a quick look at her new surroundings. Hallways led out from a central room and turned every which way and that. Yoko seemed confident as to where he was going and Satira followed, wondering how she would ever get anywhere. The entire place was like a labyrinth. They stopped at an intersection of hallways and Yoko turned to Kuroune.
"I'll meet you in the meeting room." He said to the bat demon. Kuroune looked knowingly at Satira as she ducked her head. He then gave a nod to Yoko and moved off down a different hall.
"Follow me." Yoko said to Satira as they started moving down another hall.
"You will be staying in the servant's quarters." Yoko said to her. Satira didn't answer as they continued walking. Yoko looked at her from the corner of his eye as they made it to the end of the hallway. They stood in front of a door and Yoko opened it to reveal an empty room with two beds.
"You will have a roommate. She will explain how things are done. You will report to me first thing in the morning." Satira gave no indication that she had heard him as she started to silently walk into the room. Yoko roughly grabbed her wrist and swung her around to face him. She stared at him with shocked green eyes and he saw a flicker of fear.
"You will answer me when I speak to you." He ordered her in a low voice. "I will not tolerate the silent treatment. Understood!" Satira nodded and tried to hide her fear as she bit her lip.
"I said understood!" Yoko asked again.
"Understood." Satira replied in a whisper. Yoko nodded and let go of her wrist. "I suggest you rest well. You will have a busy day tomorrow." He said as he turned back down the hall. Satira turned to go into the room when Yoko's voice stopped her.
"Oh, and don't bite you lip." He added as Satira threw a scowl in his direction and shut the door behind her. She dropped on one of the beds, exhausted and buried her face in a pillow, fighting her tears. How was she going to get out of this mess?