It hurt, of course. The kick to her stomach which caused her body to curve forward as he removed the air from her once again. Still, it did not compare to the pain he'd rendered her earlier when she watched the heads of her beloved family members removed. All while their own people roared in favor of the new regime. Nor did it compare to the fear she held for her beloved brother that would now suffer a fate worse than death, all because of this man's obsession with making her submit to his rule. Ilona had a feeling there was a lot more to it, but right now her mind was frantically focused on something else. It was why she told him to kill Ebrin, to save him the horror of life with this man in it. Her body kept flinching as it tried to draw breath.<br/><br/>She heard the scrapping of his hilt along the floor briefly, when he'd lifted up his belt on his way towards leaving her. A large portion of her leapt for joy as he distanced himself from her. The chill of being on the floor and against the wall brought her to reality and afforded her some sobriety. She pulled at her discarded skirt to wrap around herself while he busied with locating his shirt. He was serious about cutting off the boy's arms, as serious as he’d been when he’d told her she’d be wrong. He was a man of many things, his word kept when he meant it.<br/><br/>Her eyes drifted through the dimly lit chamber to watch as his muscles shifted with each step he took. There was hesitation and she felt as if the cat had released its captured mouse just to see how far it could run again before he pounced. She rested her head against the wall, borrowing some of its strength for she felt he’d sapped all of her own. Had he been a kinder man, she might have found him attractive. It was that he was so much so, that Ilona found the irony. His hand reached the knob and her heart nearly stopped. Ebrin!<br/><br/>“Wait!” The voice that flowed from her mouth sounded full of pain. She’d leaned forward towards him as she called out. Was it too late? He’d already begun turning it. “What…,” Ilona paused to clear her throat. “What must I do? Please, do not harm him.” What had she just done. There was a sharp pain inside her, like a tearing of tissue would feel. Her head leaned back again, tilting her chin up and exposed her tear streaked cheeks and neck. Her eyes closed as she listened to learn the consequences of breaking her silence.