Kendell walked down the stone steps leading to the basement, eager to play with what was chained to the wall - who was chained to the wall rather. He reclined slightly forward as far as the chains around his wrists would allow, and brought his head up at the sound of footfalls near him.

"Back from the hunt, are we?" Kendell stood in front of him, hands on her hip, raising a pierced eyebrow. She nodded towards the whip on the wall.

"Now, now, Gangrel, you know what to call me…" she whispered, leaning in teasingly close, her breath grazing his neck.

"Mistress…" He smiled slyly, drawing the word out as she smiled back, placing her hands on his sore shouldesr.

"Should I let you out tonight?" She inquired in a sing-song voice.

"I don't really care….as long as you do what you did to me last night upstairs…" Again, Kendell raised an eyebrow at him, "Mistress." She broke into a grin.

"You mean with the whip and the - "

"Handcuffs and - "

"God, I'm getting you out of these things!" He ran his studded tongue along his teeth, grinning wickedly as Kendell fumbled around in the pockets of her leather pants for the key, rushing to undo the shackles. Once freed, Gangrel pounced on her with an animal like ferocity and briefly contemplated taking her on the basement floor. Upon remembering the promise of whips and handcuffs, he picked her up and proceeded to carry her halfway upstairs, until she bit his neck painfully, just barely sinking her fangs in, then squirming out of his grasp.

"You know, this feels like one of those cheesy romance novels where the hero carries the weak, helpless woman off the make love to her slowly and gently on a bed of roses, or silk sheets or something, and we both know neither one of us is into that sweet romance shit - " Gangrel narrowed his eyes.

"So you're saying-" She licked her lips quickly.

"Race you upstairs - " He growled as Kendell ran up the stairs, and busted through the door. Quickly, Gangrel caught up to her, grabbing her waist and pinning her to the floor. He turned her over and straddled her, a look of victory spreading across his face.

"You haven't won a damn thing yet." Kendell said, childishly sticking out her tongue.

"Bite your tongue, young lady." He said mockingly.

"You do it for me - " she said stubbornly as he moved closer, nipping lightly at her neck, letting his tongue slowly follow the black inked lines of the spider on her neck, stopping at the pulsepoint, decorated with the eyes of the spider, glowing red, providing a perfect guide to the flesh.