"Do. It." More than that Pretty Boy didn't say, but his eyes drilled into her soul, awakening the most primal of terrors. That Grendel reached around from behind and found one of her nipples and twisted it painfully through her clothes didn't help any.<br/>"You know," he whispered in her ear, "we have become pretty good at arranging accidents by now. Hell, the Prince trusts us, if we tell her you died while trying to escape we probably wouldn't have to present a body. That brings that option I liked so much back to mind. We have several places where we could hide you from the world for years, though I doubt you'd last that long..."