Death in Shadow

The already broken window in an upper bedroom shattered even further as the whirlwind of shadow, sand, struggle and laughter came crashing through. The human had begun to fight against him the moment she regained consciousness, he would need to put her out again.
A clawed hand burst from skittering sand catching her bare ankle as she attempted to scramble away from him.
What a prize he had won for himself, the woman of legendary traitor' s son. He was grinning with pride, the expression the half demon's face had twisted into as he watched the woman being taken right from under his nose.
He took form from the shadows, dragging her closer. She would be fun to break, she had yet to even scream, despite how obvious her fear was by her smell and thrashing.
With a sickening grin he pinned her arms and covered her face with a free hand, shifting the limb to mist. Her surprise didn't last long before her eyes rolled back and she fell limp yet again.
Damon rose, taking his favored physical human form to hoist his prisoner over his shoulder and heading down into their lair to find Hounchida.
It was only a few flights of stairs until he came to the depth of their abode, the darkest pit reeking of fear and blood. In his pride and boldness he tossed aside the female, going straight to his companion. Fingers laced into his long hair pulling his head back for Damon to dominate his mouth.
Licking the remnants of blood from his own lips he nodded to the strewn body across the dark room.

"I brought you a gift," standing, he finally noted the dead body, "ah did you tire of her at last?" With a chuckle he fetched a heavy set of iron shackles, so much more than flimsy handcuffs, especially for this prize.
"You will remember this one, she was your victims companion," it was an easy thing to set hang her on a hook protruding from the wall, "what shall we do with her?"