His Prejudice 3

Her strange, fearless eyes traced his passage in to the room. He almost faltered when he registered the bottomless green of her gaze, the black rings that circled her irises. He had never seen eyes like hers, could not fathom the random fate of genetics that bestowed such splendour on one so evil. There was enough chain attached to her leg iron for her to sit with her back against the wall. She looked comfortable, serene, more at home than she deserved; it raised his hackles. Without speaking a word he marched to her tether, viciously yanking the chain and dragging her across the concrete floor, shortening her bonds and re-bolting the pin so she was caught in the middle of the room. "It won't work you know," she said quietly. What lovely timbre was it that leant her voice such silky magic? His head jerked up, his eyes unable to break her hypnotic stare. "You can cut me and burn me, and still you won't bring out the demon in me." He coloured, wondering exactly how much she'd been aware