Rosali gasped when he wrenched her arms behind her back. thrusting her bare chest out slightly and letting a soft, girlish moan slip past her lips. Every move, every sound she made carefully tailored to keep him thinking with his cock instead of whatever passed for a brain in his thick skull. It was shameful behavior, completely unbefitting of a princess, but she knew this might be her best chance to escape for a long, long time.<br/><br/>She obediently allowed herself to be led through the hall, letting out an occasional whimper or soft moan as he man-handled her. Her little show might have been a bit overkill with anyone else, but this particular cultish seemed none too bright. For a moment, as he fumbled with the lock, she was frozen with indecision. The eastern door was so close she could almost reach out and touch it, but she'd been forced to watch as those terrible creatures the cult had created ravaged some of the less favored slave girls, and the thought of being captured by them sent a shiver down her spine.<br/><br/>Besides, if she ran now the meathead would surely raise the alarm. Her eyes caught the glint of torchlight off the keys hanging from his pocket and she carefully noted their location as she quietly waited for him to finish struggling with the lock.