Laelia was nearly jerked off her feet as  the bearded man she had spent last night with took her wrist and literally dragged her around the corner.  This wasn't quite the discreet conversation she had in mind but at least it was out of sight.  In another setting, such as a private room in a whorehouse, being thrown so roughly against the cold stone wall would have piqued her arousal.  But here, at the beginning of a journey that might be the end of her, she was not amused.  She was ready to tell him exactly what she thought of this treatment but just as her mouth opened he covered it with his large hand, muffling her words into unintelligible mumbles.  She took deep breaths through her nose as her heart raced, adrenaline pumping into her veins.  Was he going to rape her right here in this alley?  She asked herself, her eyes wide with terror but deep within an anger burned.  The fabric of her vest and blouse deadened the sensation of his groping a little but couldn't hide the fact that her nipples hardened at his touch.<br/><br/>As his hand went to her pussy she tried to scream but she couldn't make a sound, so instead she bit his finger as hard as she could until the taste of blood was felt on her tongue.  She slapped his face, though his thick whiskers took most of the impact.  She then kneed his groin as hard as she could.  She had no intention of being anyone's property for the next year.  She fucked on her own terms and unless he could conjure up another map maker, or was going to bind her here publicly and drag her across the Sea of Grass, they were going to have to come to some other understanding.  If she were going to put her hands on the wall, he would have to put them there.