Jai remained silent as she stared up at him. Listening to him bray like an ass as he insulted her and her people, wondering if he truly thought his words could be anything but the howling of the wind to her. He could call her names, could claim any title over her that he liked but she knew who she was, and who she served and nothing he could say could change that. He would never be her Master, and certainly not her God! Lyr'in had brought the beast to Jai's door, whether to punish Jai, or for Jai to try and balance him she didn't know, and likely wouldn't until she entered Lyr'in's gates through her death.<br/><br/>That he could take her body didn't make him her Master, it made him a challenge from Lyr'in.<br/><br/>Watching him remove the rest of his clothing she let her eyes travel over him. He was clearly displaying himself and so she looked. He seemed alien and strange to her with his markings and the piercings through his body. Such things weren't entirely unknown in Jenta, but they weren't common either, most preferring the simple perfection of the way the gods had already created them. It was the array of the modifications that was surprised to her more than the fact of them in and of themselves. Still it was his body, he could decorate it any way he thought pleased himself and his gods, it wasn't something she would judge, but merely wonder at.<br/><br/>The piercings in his manhood made her shudder though. She couldn't imaging the pain they must have caused or the reasoning for them unless it was to make him appear more intimidating to those he raped. And yielding or not that is all this would be, she had certainly not chosen this of her free will but to keep down the causalities among her people. If her own ravishment spared someone else she would endure.<br/><br/>Before she had long to think such things he was there before her, shoving that decorated piece of flesh down her throat with no preamble or warning. Driving it deep in such a brutal fashion that there was no way to prepare for it and her throat tried to close to keep him out! He made a mockery of an act she usually enjoyed and found great pleasure in. Her body fought him, gagging as she fought for air while he held her head in place, stealing even the very breath from her body! She had a fleeting moment to wonder if he would actually choke her to death this way before he pulled back and she shuddered and tried to breath once more.<br/><br/>He didn't pull free of her lips and she had to fight the desperate urge to bite through the flesh in her mouth! Deliberately she curled her lips over her teeth while he ranted to the crowd around them and made a show of debasing her before them. She wouldn't give him cause to harm her people further no matter how deeply her temper burned. She could feel the cold of it searing down into her very soul and wondered if he would manage to steal all of her compassion away before he met his end, or if it would return when his blood spilled across the ground. Such an end was inevitable for a man such as him.<br/><br/>Finally he pulled free of her mouth and ordered her to her knees. His words filled her with hate and she had to bite back the harsh laugh that wanted to fill her throat. Turning her body she offered her flesh to him exactly as ordered and wondered how he could think this was<em>her</em>shame? He raped, pillaged, thieved, and destroyed, made a mockery of other people's gods and created nothing but pain and despair and somehow his actions were meant to be<em>her</em>shame? She felt no shame in what happened, she had served her Goddess and her people well and harmed no one through her actions. He could debase and humiliate her, use her before her people, but nothing he did could make her feel shame.<br/>