Demean Her

You aren’t sure what this girl’s motives are, but only a fool would trust someone with a demonic countenance. Perhaps Minerva is truly seeking a friend, but you’re not taking any chances. You’ve taken one too many beatings from the Mistress, and you aren't about to have this stupid bitch muck things up for you.

You point an antagonistic finger toward her, while carefully covering your cock with your offhand. “I guess I haven't made myself clear. I don’t trust you. I have no idea what the hell you’re playing at, but it won’t work.”

You sneer at her as she turns away with sad eyes. “You’re a corrupt freak, just like every other rutting, lustful fiend in this place. I mean just look at you!”

You’ve got the upper hand now; all you need to do is send it home. “You’re probably working for the Mistress, trying to draw me into some sort of bad behavior. Is that it?”

She rounds to face you angrily. “No! That’s not it, I--”

You scoff. “You know what? I don't give a damn. I don't want to hear your reasons, your excuses, or your pathetic life story. Just leave me alone and fuck off!”

Her eyes go wide as saucers as she looks at you with a stunned expression. “I-I'm sorry, I...I never meant to-”

You grimace at her with hateful eyes. "Stop apologizing, stop talking, and leave. Right now. How about you go get stuffed by a centaur, or something? Surely there's some horny mythical beast around here somewhere that would prove suitable company for a slut like you?"

The demon-girl's tear-filled eyes close in painful resignation, as she quickly bows before you and inelegantly sprints down the dimly lit hallway.

You sigh deeply to yourself as you recline against the back wall of your cell. Maybe you were too harsh on the girl, but what's done is done.

For better or worse, you doubt that you'll ever see her again.

Shrugging, you begin to mentally prepare for the Mistress. Lesson two is on the horizon, and you need to think carefully about your next move.