Thread: Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

Solstices entire body tensed as he crouched down on her. Yes, there were tears in her eyes, but she hand not given up. She struggled, trying to push him off of her by lifting him with her hips, but it was to no avail. She did not have the momentum behind her pushing to budge his superior mass. He had her trapped, and there was almost nothing she could do to combat it. The redhead tried to raise her knees to jab them into his back like before, but with the way he leaned forward to pin her wrists she could not hit him with enough force to probably even cause discomfort. It was probably more like a massage than anything. Let go of me! She kissed as she writhed and squirmed beneath him, but he did not even seem to hear her pleas. He was too focused on his plans. Something told Solstice that he had big ones, and they were going to hurt. That's when he cut her. The pain in her cheek was dull in comparison to the massive bruises forming of her body from his strikes and all the times he had shot her with his blaster. She could handle a cut. Is that the best you can do? She challenged her opponent in her mind, but she was not ready to speak to him again. The weight of him on her body made it almost difficult to breath, and she wasn't about to waste her breath on him again she needed that air for herself. Cut me again. Kill me. Strangle me. You are full of empty threats. She glared at him, thinking very lowly of the man for a noble. Weren't nobles supposed to be mindful of others? Yes. But this idiot shot down her ship and now threatened her within an inch of her life. Not to mention he seemed to have no concept of who she was or what she could do for him. He was caught up I'd just thinking she were some kind of lowly slave girl who he wanted at property. He made threats of taking, and she knew in her heart that in this position he could take anything he wanted. However, as his eyes wandered to her partially exposed bust beneath her neckline she bit down hard on her lip. I would never let you touch me. She hissed. Her body was barely used, and it had only been used by the man she thought she may someday wed. He was on the council and his touch was gentle when he made love to the princess. Scum like this had no right to ravage her. When his blade was put away, she felt a sense of relief. Her initial fear was that he was going to cut off her hand or fingers when he said he would take care of the body parts. How badly could he hurt her with just his bare hands? The hand under his knee ached as he put immense pressure on the bones within, but it was tolerable. She would not respond to that. She stared back into his green eyes, hatred boiling inside her. Then she heard the crack. The pain was audible before she felt it, but when she felt it it was like a hot arrow was ripping through her veins and nerves. The pain was so immense that she cried out louder in pain than she thought she ever had before. Once the initial agony was over she laid beneath him whimpering as tears once more flooded her eyes. As much as he taunted her to make her feel weak and told her to call him sir, she did not speak. She would endure this pain because she had to. She could see the gnarled appearance of her hand, and it made her blink hard and look away just to avoid acknowledging the pain. Then he cracked another. Solstice howled in pain, her back arching as she suffered. She wanted so badly to get away from him, but she was still just as trapped as she had been before. She lay there sweating and whimpering in pain as she made eye contact with the man as he doubted her, giving her an opportunity to address him properly before he hurt him again, but she refused and he broke the third finger. When he spoke to her, all she could manage was to shake her head vigorously in defiance of the man. When he broke her pinky she bowled again, the pain not relenting even on the weakest of her fingers. They all hurt terribly when he broke them, and she feared she would never be able to use her dominant hand- unsure if he gnarled fingers would ever be repaired. She looked at her hand a moment when he released it, disgusted by the state it was in then laid it down on the cool stone as he grabbed her face. The wiping of her tears was surprisingly tender, almost affectionate, but Solstice saw no affection in the mans cold expression. He was taking great pleasure in her pain. When he kissed her, Solstice hesitated a moment before she pressed her lips back to his. It was more a message than anything else he could hurt her, but he could never break her. She bit his lower lip tenderly before he pulled back again and her brow furrowed when he asked her that question. What more could he do? she wondered, just staring up at his facial features. When he grabbed her hand again, her breath caught in her theist in fear. She was scared of him. And as he popped each of her fingers back into place, her fear was justified. Solstice sobbed and squirmed as he did what he did, each pop hurting worse than the last. She was desperate for him to stop, but she knew he would not. He had the upper hand, and she wished she had killed him. Even starving to death in this ravine would be better than this. Her agony was excruciating. When he moved to her other hand she shook her head, more for herself than got anyone else. She didn't think she could endure it again, but she knew for a fact that she could not stoop down to a level at which she would call this monster Sir. The woman blinked back her tears and swallowed her sobs before looking up at him, putting on a brace mask. Do it. You will not break me, Kordavo. I am so much stronger than any woman you have ever met where you come from. I will not address you as though you are my superior when in fact you are nothing but my enemy. Hurt me. Hurt me again and again. You will hear me sing in agony, but I will not obey. She stared at him, her blue eyes failing to hold back the tears. That was all she said as she braced herself for more. Her mangled right hand laid on the ground, hoping the coolness from the stone would offer some relief once more. The stone was only getting colder as things fell darker and darker in the canyon. Night was falling, and it had probably dropped ten degrees. It was going to be miserable down in this hole once night truly set in. Well below 0 degrees Celsius Solstice imagined, but she was only estimating. Thinking about the cold busied her mind as the man atop her threatened to break her other hand and send her into searing agony all over again. However, she knew deep down that the cold was going to be the worst of her worries if he kept things up like this. She could easily go into shock if he did it again, or perhaps he had more sinister things planned. Solstice would only be cold if she lived long enough to see nightfall.