A small whimper left her slightly parted lips once she was nestled on his lap once again. Her eyes gazed upon the pair joined across the room from her, knowing the man who held her planned the same fate for her. Thinking on that, her stomach churned and she began to feel ill for a moment, but let it pass. Her hands on her breasts felt strangely good after the torturous treatment Anastasius had given them, but still, her mind began to disconnect from her body, her thoughts drifting from what was happening.<br/><br/>The man's words flowed through her ears but they barely registered with her, she was thinking instead of escape, wondering if there were horses nearby, how she could get to them. On horseback she could escape these people, they were big, heavy, she was none of those things. Like most of her people she was smaller, thin, well suited for life on a horse where speed, mobility were what mattered; not the strength of your sword.<br/><br/>Her thoughts broke away again when she felt him pressing himself against her again through the thin sheet of his clothing. She wanted to pull away again, but dared not, not after he threatened to blind her, then break her fingers. Why didn't he simply take her? This waiting, this teasing, tormenting her was worse than simply forcing himself on her and being done with it, this... this was maddening.