The girl yelped against the elf's sex as she huddled, unable to move and huddling against the priestess in terror of Brom's rage.<br/><br/>The large human stopped, breathing faster from the exertion of his rage and the effort of beating her.  He stopped and reached to cup her chin and lift her battered face up and gaze upon it.  The slave squirmed and whimpered as the blood reached Elandriel's waist and began to stain the girl's face and and hair.<br/><br/>Brom ran his thumb over one bruised cheek, stroking the blooming discoloration from his beating.  "That was a mistake," he growled, "One you will beg me to forgive slave."  He reached down to shove the other slave's face against her.  "Make her sing," he hissed, "Or I'll give you to the beasts down below."  And the girl's tongue darted out, pushing into the elven folds and licking with panicked effort.<br/><br/>And then he reached down to pick up the wet dagger and ran it up along Elandriel's leg, cutting a line into her flesh from her knee up her thigh to her hip and then up along her side before stopping and bringing the bloody tool to his lips to lick away the blood.