Brom lifted an eyebrow and smiled at the elf's words.  Battered and bloody and still strong enough to defy him.<br/><br/>He said nothing, but rather circled around to stand behind her and run his fingers along the raw ruin of her back.  He traced the worst of the salted and bloody lines there before moving to press his chest against her and wrap his arms about her like a lover.<br/><br/>One hand began to play upon her belly, dipping down to her thighs and the lips of her sex even as the slave squirmed, and tried to pull away.  But Brom's hand strayed to her hair and pulled her face close as he hissed.  "Stop again and you will spend the rest of your days bearing monsters in the maze," he hissed, "You look sturdy, you might last a while at it..."<br/><br/>And once more the woman's tongue was upon the elf's sex, lapping blindly as tears spilled down to mingle with the elf's own fluids.  Brom's hand wrapped about Elandriel's throat, squeezing lightly as he lifted her head and turned it to hold her ear to his mouth and began to lick and tease that sensitive flesh.<br/><br/>"You will do whatever I wish of you my pet," he whispered softly into her ear, "And in time, you will learn to enjoy it."