His hand was upon her again when she delighted in her small victory. Her father had seen to the craftsmanship of his daughter's confinement just after her first bleed. Finely woven metal that would not cut under any sharpness of blade. Ancient magic weaved with blacksmith finesse far beyond that of her people's capabilities. She was able to wear it and remain clean through her daily baths. Yes, he had paid a pretty penny to ensure the purity of his daughter prior to being married. It would always only ever be her true bargaining chip, if she ever had one. It stung each time he reminded her that she was the one who had provoked him. It was she who had drawn his attention in the first place and had caused thousands of her people to die and likely more before this was all said and done. He loved to recall how it was her fault her family died.<br/><br/>And now, she suffered this embarrassment of her nakedness. Her head rang with the force he'd shoved her backwards for her head indeed hit the stone and bounced against it. Combined with the wine and she felt a short dizzy spell. It pleased her that this came to him as a surprise. He seemed to handle it well, keeping his irritation reigned in, at least at first. Aerill pulled her arms above her head and she felt even more vulnerable now. Ilona watched him with satisfaction as his patience was slowly crumbling. His fingers sought to tug at the upper edge of the chastity belt, his effort none too gentle. Her skin was turning red from brushing against the cold stone, but with the wine she hardly felt its effects. It was not without resistance on her part, for her hips tried to yank back against the stone with his desire to test the item. They ceased when his mouth claimed her's again and his ears filled with the sound of her protest.<br/><br/>The noise moved from protest to that of pain, his pinch causing her an alarming amount when he finished it with cutting such delicate and sensitive of skin. As he spoke, she was panting for breath as the pain seared through her breast. A brute? She was turning<i>him </i>into one? Ilona cried out when he smacked the painful bud, her weight sinking down along the stone as his fist made contact and pulled all air out of her. She fell like a sack of potatoes, crumpled into a heap as she tried desperately to pull air into her lungs. The pain in her abdomen only added to the sting of that small cut. He then further threatened her by saying her father's decision ended in the direct result of her little brother to lose both arms. He heard her groan as she climbed back into a sitting position.<br/><br/>Ilona reached up to wipe the tears from her eyes as the sounds of her regaining her breath returned to echo into the chamber. He could see some of the fire die there in her rising eyes, how they met his own before turning away. "Kill him. Do it."