<Posted from IM between Bliss & Amberghylles><br/><br/>He turned, his speed having carried him past her yet again. He smiled as he saw her trying to run across the field on her injured ankle. Spurring forward, his steed jumped over the low wall and once more he rode down on her and lashed out, striking her back once more then quickly turning in the saddle to lash at her belly as he passed her this time.<br/><br/>Felicity's body responded without thought to the whipstrikes, stopping short to arch up and back, a scream directed at the sky before another pain tore across her belly.  She doubled over for a moment with a sob, trying to keep her breath to turn and run again - limping, sobbing, and moving much slower than before.<br/><br/>He trotted after her, the chase no longer even a show as Brom drew the whip back and cracked it once more, aiming carefully to land across her ass with another sharp crack. Then he stopped and watched her for a moment before his eyes drifted to the empty cross post that had recently held this field's scarecrow.<br/><br/>Her  hands went back to her ass, covering the terrible pain the whip raised there as Felicity turned to face him, tears glimmering on her cheeks in the moonlight. "My lord please... I know not what I've done to displease you, but surely I could have done nothing to deserve such abuse!"<br/><br/>Brom walked his steed closer and swung himself down to stand before her. One gauntleted hand reached to stroke her cheek, cold metal against such perfectly soft skin. "You have not displeased me... quite the contrary, your cries have roused quite a powerful lust in me. You are mine girl, as is everything in this village. Tonight I choose to claim you and enjoy you." His hand drifted down to tug at her bodice as he lifted her chin with the coiled whip so he could watch her eyes in the moonlight.<br/><br/>She shivered at the cold touch of metal grazing her cheek, followed by the hard coil of leather beneath her chin, and her tearful eyes gazed pleadingly up at him, trying to peer through the metal grate that is the front of his helm. "Claim.... oh no, no, my Lord! You would ruin me!" Her hands come up to clasp the one tugging at her bodice, trying to hold it and push it away.<br/><br/>"I am not without mercy, if you prove pleasing enough, I'll add you to the staff of the castle as a maid or scullery," he promised as his hand moved back and shook off her grip. "I'll let you keep your clothes intact if you remove them for me, but only if you are quick about it." And to emphasize what would happen otherwise he rested his empty hand on the long dagger at his belt.<br/><br/>Her mouth dropped open at the arrogance in him, and she took a half step back, eyes flicking down to the handle of the dagger.  Lower lip trembling, she let out a sob, and did as he told her - as he FIRST told her.  Felicity turned in a whirl of skirts to ran.<br/><br/>With a laugh, he began to chase her, uncoiling his whip as he ran. Brom swung at her back, seeking to drive her on rather than trying to stop her. "Run my little rabbit," he cried as he lashed at her.<br/><br/>She did run, as best she could, spurred on by the flick of pain against her back and the sound of his metal-shielded form thundering behind her. Her gait was made strange by the throbbing in her ankle, the rhythm of her small feet off in the dirt.  A wail of pain and fear trailed behind her.<br/>