His chest heaved with a deep laugh, "Your king must be little more than a sniveling babe, no soldiers have come to avenge their people, no one but a little girl. Lost child, that is what you are. You should have savored your survival, made a home for yourself, or take that enthusiasm to a man who would have you a roof." There was little reason for him to show fear, now that he was without his men, alone with the pitiful sight before him, bound and half exposed. Banguai ran his boot between her legs to nudge flat against her crotch, before pulling away and turning to pick up his cup. "Not a man, surely no demon, as I'm sure even the most malevolent of spirits wouldn't curse you like this. Just a sad girl who stood in the path of a torch."<br/><br/>Banguai poured the last sip of liquor into the dirt and filled his cup with water from a skin flask. "I've no reason to let you live, but no reason to kill you. I'd have an easier time deciding what to do with a rat that feasts on my grain. Perhaps I should keep you for awhile, let you see the war from my eye. See if it changes that mind of yours." Banguai lowered and lifted the edge of the cup to Temujin's lips, an offering, though it was little more than a mockery of kindness. "I might drop you off in the wastes, maybe one of your soldiers will find you when they check for survivors. Or else you'd make a fine gift for my men, they could always use a morality boost. The pigs don't give a shit about your wounds anyway." He gave a harsh huff, a poor attempt at a laugh as he grit his teeth and spoke foul of his followers.<br/><br/>The barbarian king had easily painted a face for himself, one that seemed to find little worth in things that didn't serve a function. He held little loyalty to his own men, the horde was just mass of sick bandits and cruel outlaws that flocked to his ranks with promises of glory, food and young bosoms.<br/><br/>He left his cup half full on the ground before her, just in case she wished to drink from it like a dog and further debase herself. To him it didn't matter anyway, a scarred and broken woman, without family nor home, had little dignity to her name to begin with, even if she fought to disagree.<br/><br/>"So, tell me your joke, how did you wish to kill me? Trade your body and slit my neck with my own knife? Surely you didn't plan on just walking through this camp and into my tent without so much as your hair being pulled. And what after? Surely death comes next for you too, or worse. Perhaps you took your own life? So that those men don't rip from you what little pride you have left. Or would you be just as proud dying a demon's bitch?" Banguai paced, casting a wide eyed look on the girl in amazement before calling back the same two bandits.<br/><br/>"Impale a stake before my tent, surround it with nothing but dirt and bring rope." Just as quickly as the order was issued, the bandits brought wood and hammered a tall pole  in front of the tent, giving it a hearty kick to make sure it wouldn't topple from force. Though it was Banguai himself who took the girl by the hair and dragged her through the small crowd that had gathered, tore off what little else she wore and tied her to the stake with her legs sprawled out useless on the ground in front of her and arms behind her back. It satisfied him, the thing would do little but kick and cry if she saw fit, but still he forced her to lift her head to the gathering of brutes and shouted a strict rule. "No one lays a hand on her this night! The man whose caught will have his tongue cut out and face the same punishment as she. But outside the camp, bleeding enough for the wolves to take heed.<br/><br/>He released her head, "I'll see you in the morning little demon, we'll see if that anger can carry you through the night, pray my dogs show a little obedience..." The last bit he chided as he glared across his soldiers, who ranged from a sadistic glee at the woman's expense or an anxiousness to be released upon her like the ravenous monsters they were. Banguai rested his voice a moment before giving the lot a beastly growl to get back to work, the waves of hesitation from the bandits dissipating as they scattered.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Their lord disappeared once night fell, though none dared touch the girl so close to where he rested. Those that feared less for their safety within the camp stared hungrily from a distance as if she were a piece of meat, but little more. The coming dark saw snowfall and strong winds that shook the tents and stirred the cattle. It only stopped in the early hours of morning when the sunlight just began to spill out around the mountain peaks, a sliver of light blessing their camp with the first spot of warmth since dusk. Most of the barbarians had woken and started to roam, leading horses around and moving bundles of supplies, and even the untrained eye could tell that they were packing up for a move.<br/><br/>Soon enough a large hand reached down to pick up the self proclaimed demon's face and flick off a bit of frost from a scarred cheek; Banguai, checking those eyes for life as he stood warm and safe with a wolf's hide around his neck. The rope near cut into flesh made pale from the cold but he hoped for her pulse, even if just for his own entertainment.