The best she could manage was a small strangled gasp, pathetic and weak echoing through her ears. So cruelly that brief glimmer of hope had been ripped away and so quickly, as her airway was cut off once more. An even more disturbing wave of disorientation washed gray over her vision, but it wasn't enough to take away the feel of Asmodeus's touch, his lips.
She did what he asked, why was he persisting in this?
There was nowhere to escape, no way to pull back or to even loosen his hold.
What more did he want?
"Asmodeus, please." Barely more than movement of her lips, Lust fought to find the words that would grant her release. "Let me go, please, let me go.