"You've said what you intend to make me," Atnorsa slurred through her broken grimace, "So a delay is all it would be - I'll not beg you for something I don't want just to forestall what seems to be inescapable." Her words were punctuated with a jerk of her arms, the chains rattling pointedly to a taut line, then clattering against the deck.<br/><br/>"Take what you're going to take - but don't expect me to beg. I am NOT your slave, no matter what these irons make you think."