At any other time in his life, the sight of Aurelia's impossibly gorgeous, toned body being revealed to him, even the mechanical way in which she did so, would have aroused him beyond belief. But in his current state, such thoughts only served to make his body punish him more as he grit his teeth, grinding them back and forth as his hatred for this moment grew.<br/><br/>As she removed his clothing, he complied as best he could, refusing to yelp or cry out, only letting out a growl that seemed to be more directed at his body than at her, each time a lance of pain thrust through him as she removed his clothing. His tanned, scarred body now having been thoroughly brutalized, he laid there as best he could.<br/><br/>He ate the cracker obediently, coughing and sputtering in pain as his jaw protested, but he clamped down and swallowed it.<br/><br/>Again Tatin thoroughly wished that Aurelia was straddling him under different circumstances. He couldn't help but let out a cry, something between a curse and a growl, as she grasped his head and tilted it upward. He knew this wouldn't be enjoyable, knew that it was likely to be worse than the beating he received. But he found he didn't care. Pain was the price of power he'd often repeated to himself.<br/><br/>His eyes blazed up at Aurelia as she began, his ascent, not that she needed or even wanted it, given.