Ralph, the minotaur, blinked in barely disguised confusion at the naked knight before him. He'd always considered himself to be the smarter one of the duo that always stood on guard together. Especially since he'd noticed his brother in arms had taken the bee-girl for a fuck tonight, and was yet again stung by the angle of those creatures.<i>He will never learn.</i>But now, while he was facing the unblemished human-looking man before him, his mind was certainly erring at the words the ''white knight' had spoken.<br/><br/>He had said the agreement as a way to mislead the knight into fucking the girl right? Or did he not... He was not sure any more, but the more he thought about what he had said the more that knight was starting to make sense. After all, his master did command him to make the prisoners ''copulate'' at all costs. Ralph prided himself of knowing the word copulate, he always liked to seem smarter than others and right now he did not want to look stupid before the man he had thought to be a dimwitted brute.<br/><br/>Yeah, he did trick the knight into fucking Alice, so he would get back at her for last time they had met. She had been surely stronger, hydrated and wellfed, therefore able to use her powers on him. So, was he now obligated to uphold his words? Another blink of his eyes, and he took in the scene before him. His rough, enormous hand scratching at his flaking horns.<br/><br/>He could see the girl clearly now, tears stained upon her face and her violet eyes filled with dreadful emotions. Her liquidly turquoise hair stuck to the sweaty chest of the White knight behind her, as she snivelled and whimpered in his arms. Suddenly he felt an urge to hold and comfort her as well, despite his eminent hatred for her he had always cherished so vigorously. He felt sad, almost melancholic as an overwhelming feeling of pressing tragic weighed upon his normally stone-cold heart. The minotaurs shoulders slumped and his ears drooped to the sides of his face as he let his emotions get a hold of him.<br/><br/>''Off course, yes... You.. I think.. I know..''<br/><br/>The minotaur was mumbling, and almost looked as if he had lost his mind, until a sudden thought pierced through and made him stop in his actions of going towards the cage. His face contorted into a visage of pure anger and unfiltered hatred as he began to growl and snarl at the duo before him. He even managed to stick his arm through the bars of the cage and grab a handful of Alice's floating turquoises hair.<br/><br/>''You little flitchy withing whorenymph! Did you really think I'd fall for your fucking tricks again?''<br/><br/>He rapidly turned the girl around and smacked her onto the ground before him, holding his strong hands around her waist as his half-rigid cock rubbed against her folds. His gaze looked over at the white knight, almost curious as what the man was going to do next, while his cock was starting to grow before he would plunge it into the nymph's depths.<br/><br/>Alice however, powerless and exhausted as she had become from two males using her so roughly, had fallen face down to the ground. Her cheek chafing over the red cobblestones upon the floor as her ass was being held high before the minotaur. She still radiated her bittersweet melancholic, but was too exhausted to make it seep through the minotaur's thick skull again. Instead she just wanted to close her eyes, and let her tears fall down between the cracks of the floor beneath her.<br/><br/>Suddenly she could hear a sound, something familiar yet unknown to her in the midst of these dreadful halls. But it made her wet eyelashes flutter open, to be welcomed by the sight of a blossoming flower mere inches before her face. She could even inhale the beautiful scent of it's lovely petals, such a stark contrast to the desecrating halls of these demonic castle grounds. A smile played upon her lips as she began to count the petals that opened up, forgetting, if only for a moment, what was happening behind her. It was then that she discovered the faint tingling sounds being carried towards her, as her vision shifted to see the keys being carried over the ground by a rapidly growing vine. She did not know who had done it, or what had happened, but with all her strength left she reached for the keys and hid them into the sea of hair she owned. With hope of an escape returned to her mind, so did the colours that made her head glow of happiness and she stroked the small little vine in a token of appreciation.<br/><br/>Now it was only a matter of honour off the knight, or her own patience over time that they could escape this place. But perhaps, if she was lucky, the knight had been observant enough to notice the keys as well.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>