<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br/></div><br/><br/><br/>Arouj's gaze dropped to the table. If he kept on like this, drinking in her lustful responses, her delicious fear, her hot blood and her smell... he would surely sprout horns and become just another rutting heathen bull. How devious these infidels could be! How weak his own mind and body had become! The little rabbit has caught the fox.<br/><br/>He laughed again, a dry and humorless bark, as he listened to her naive proclamation of acceptance. As if she still believed she had some kind of choice. As if her words held any meaning. When her trembling hands clasped his, he waited until she ceased making her filthy promises and demands before striking like a snake and catching both of her wrists in a deadly grip.<br/><br/>“Yet again you waste your breath. I am a warrior of god and I protect that which I have claimed -” his fingers dug into her flesh “-with my right hand. No harm will come to you by any other.” He pulled her hands to his mouth and held them here, his breath hot on her fingers, his face expressionless. “Stop pretending, Mary Nash. When the time is right I will lay you down upon your back or bend you over a bed of knives or push you to your knees on a carpet of broken glass. I will take you when and where and however I choose to do so. You cannot give to me what is already mine.”<br/><br/>He let go of her wrists, pushing her hands away with a hiss of regret before he tried to make her cry out again.<br/>