The breath she took in when his hand finally loosened almost had her coughing as air touched places in her lungs he’d been denying. Her bright orbs pleaded with him in silence as his fingers slid towards the apex of her thighs. She held them firmly together, intent on denying him that reward.<br/><br/>He let go of her, finally, one hand sliding over tender flesh towards one breast. A caress that should have been done so through affection held no such emotion. He touched her body as a sign of conquer, taking what he saw as his whole every fiber of her body found the action revolting.<br/><br/>The hand searching for the space between her hips was stopped by a tight grip and sharp nails. She knew she couldn’t stop him if he wanted it bad enough but she’d certainly try.<br/><br/>“Eithne.” Her voice was smooth like her form, barely a whisper as she gave him the name her mother had bestowed upon her as a pup. Before the word dropped from plump lips though he had lifted her to her hands and knees.<br/><br/>Once again his men offered their opinion of the girl, relishing in her womanly form now that she was deemed fuckable and sweet. Heat rose across her chest and into her cheeks and he hid her face behind the bright hair that provided a barrier between their disgusting displays. She was grossly exposed now, and fully aware of the men behind her who would have buried themselves between her legs if given the chance.<br/><br/>A hand pitched one cheek and she recoiled from the touch only to be roughly grabbed by her hair at the other end. Between her hands, dark earth swallowed the tears she let fall. Death would have been sweet in this moment. It was the tall man’s touch that was beginning to feel familiar that took over though. He pet her pale skin like he knew it, owned it and she was completely aware now to the fact that that was what he intended.<br/><br/>She lifted her head, looking up at him with understanding etched into her feminine features. “Please kill me.” It was relief she sought.