Her eyes lingered, ever watchful of his motions, the way his body shifted. He was like chaos in a body, unpredictable. One moment he could be so smooth and calm, but within a blink of an eye turn volatile and violent. It was what made her fear him. It wasn't his threats, or the way he toyed with her so. He was a man amused by his own humor with a temper of a neglected yet spoiled child. He was many things, but it was his irrational behavior that gave her worry. Ilona could never know what her own actions would provoke. A single word could result in any number of reactions from him. She could not figure him out and it frustrated her to no end.<br/><br/>He shouted his denial and he watched her flinch ever so slightly against the hard, cold stone wall. His anger was something she cared not for. Ilona shrank away from him as his face drew near, finally looking away and recoiled as she felt his breath wash over her skin as his voice filled her ear. She felt her nails pierce hard into her palms, drawing blood as she clenched them tightly into fists. His words registered telling her once again that all of this was because her pride had caused her to step out of line, in his opinion. The audacity of this man was never ending. He thought himself the best of them all when really, to her, he was nothing but the worst of everyone. His words paused and his nearness made her shiver before those hiccups began.<br/><br/>They... softened him? It was a ploy, it had to be. His hand touched her cheek and then her breast and she felt the bile roll up to her tongue with the next jolt of her body from the silly, temporary affliction. There was no level of humanity inside him past the base nature of his desires. Ilona was certain of it. So, it was a godsend when he pulled himself away to stand there merely looking upon her. Her shoulders relaxed some and her held breath was released... with another sharp, high pitched noise that would just not go away.<br/><br/>"T..ttrade? You've got to be kidding me. You have a name and a weightless threat. This (hiccup)... this illusion of choice, when really you could simply just take what you wish as you have everything else. What is the point?"  Ilona surprised herself, the onslaught of words had flowed from her mouth without thinking. How much had she consumed in reality? None of that mattered as she knew damn well her life hung in the balance of his hand. He wanted to see her naked? Why? To pick apart her flaws and mock her state once more? She was reminded of how much he enjoyed the makings of his own entertainment. He was pathetic in her mind.<br/><br/>Yet, there was true fear in her eyes as he'd spoken her brother's name. A pain hit inside her chest to know such an innocent boy had been caught in the clutches of such a man. How had he found him? It was a moot point now and she had a decision to make. Fingers shook violently as they reached behind her to where the beginning hooks were for her lace bodice and silk corset. He tried to tempt her by revealing a big of his own skin and she instantly viewed those lines men possessed like an directional symbol to their instrument of lust. Ilona instantly looked up to the ceiling, her face flushing deeply again. It seemed the hiccups had finally stopped their assaults and she was able to breath deeply once again. Her body arched away from the wall as her fingers began to work the ties that would loosen her clothing.<br/><br/>"You are vile, but then you are well aware. Using a small boy as leverage to fuck your next conquest."  Ilona spoke whatever she could to appease her mind of what she was about to do. Both hands began to work now, tugging and pulling until he saw her clothing loosen around her form. She normally had attendants to help her so it was not an easy struggle. The top came away and she pulled her arms out of the lace before drawing it over her head. Her creamy breasts rose, moving close together as their pink tips perked as they were now exposed to the air. She dared not look at him yet as she dropped the two pieces, moving to the ties of her skirts. She wore leggings beneath, reaching just her mid thigh but that was not what had her suddenly smiling as her eyes focused on a tile above her that was slightly ajar. Later, she would investigate why.<br/><br/>"My father was a very wise man, who protected his people to the best of his ability. He guarded his treasures well, better than you could know."  She knew she must be trying his patience. Only a few more tugs, a knot had prevented her skirt from loosening but that was sorted out, and the red flowing fabric fell away. Ilona had to pull the mess of underskirts off over her hips and bent forward so that he was given the sight of her hanging breasts and the span of her back where the small mark hinted near her waist. When she stood up again, to step out of her clothing in the leggings and heels, he saw that she wore a mesh like material with an odd belt like contraption held snug to her body. A single opening appeared square in shape and only a centimeter wide in size, only far more intricate. Ilona smirked as her hands moved to her hips and she kicked her clothes towards him. "Before you ask... No. I do not have the key."  She wore a fucking chastity belt.  ((Had to.))