When Brom moved up to stand behind her, he has stripped down to his boots, trousers, and tunic.  The firelight danced over him, accenting his features and figure.  He was handsome and muscular, the way stories usually described the dashing hero.  Only the cruel gleam in his eyes ruined the image.<br/><br/>His strong hand dropped to her shoulder, gripping it firmly and turning her away from the fire to face him.  "So many delicious ways to use you my slave... I just can't decide how I want to break you for the first time."<br/><br/>