Varres return from unconsciousness was slow, his eyes blinking uncomprehendingly as a filmy grey blob gradually resolved into the sole of the golem’s foot mere feet away. The blood elf felt cold all along his body, but as he attempted to move his hand to rub at his eyes…he found he couldn’t. Blinking rapidly he attempted to move again, his limbs all fixed tightly behind his back by…rope?!<br/>The shock of his nude body pressed against the cold, smooth stone made him jerk, his muscles snapping taut as he squirmed around, disbelieving. Whipping his head around he spotted his clothing, every last stitch, folded beside him neatly, while much further away were his throwing knives and his empty scabbard. Also abundantly clear was his erection digging into his lower abdomen. Did she…?!<br/><br/>“ Bitch! “ Varres roared to the motes of dust lazily swirling around in the dim light, his voice echoing harshly all around him. How long had he been out? Was she even now clutching the artifact in her grimy orc paws? Varres wiggled some more, dick not help matters as it shifted beneath him, occasionally sending a tiny pulse of pleasure up his body. Forcing himself to calm down by breathing through his clenched teeth the rogue twisted his wrists around as much as he was able, long fingers picking and sliding over the knots that held him. No good. While not a novice at tying ropes himself, it would take far too long for him to tediously tug and pull at the knots, seeking a weakness. He glanced back over to his brace of throwing knives, his only chance of catching up with her.<br/><br/>Cheeks flushed in humiliation Varres began to crawl across the floor, drawing his knees up as far as he could, ass muscles clenched, then pushing off with his knees while pulling back with his torso. A frustratingly small amount of distance was gained, and he felt for all the world like he was humping the floor. What followed were tense minutes of small gasps of effort punctuated by breathy thalassian curses and oaths of vengeance both sweet and slow. Finally, breathing heavily, his foreskin peeled awkwardly back and tip glistening with pre-cum caused by the repeated pressure on his cock Varres lay next to his daggers.<br/><br/>Twisting about until he managed to lay on his side, erection swaying slightly with each pulse of his heart he squirmed forward and grasped the hilt of one of his daggers in his mouth. Grunting and jerking his head to the side he struggled for several more minutes, his efforts becoming more violent and desperate until at last the steel drew free with a satisfying ‘shnk’. Spitting out the weapon with a high-pitched clatter of fine steel Varres then rolled onto his other side, edging back until his blindly groping fingers found the dagger. Spitting curses he slowly worked the edge back and forth along the tough rope, still managing to drop the dagger several times in his haste to get free. With a triumphant hiss he thrashed his way free of his bonds, immediately climbing to his hands and knees, dagger clutched tightly in his right hand.<br/>“ You’ll pay. I swear it, you’ll pay dearly for this affront, “ he promised in a husky whisper. Shakily regaining his feet after being bound for titans knew how long he padded over to his clothing and hastily began dressing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>