Thread: Under the Thumb of a Tyrant (Valanaer x Swagbeast)

The addition of Edmure to the conversation was annoying, his words meaning nothing to him as he knew that the big ugly dullard was nothing more than a leashed dog, it was Ammon he had to be wary of. No doubt his words did resonate with what Ammon was going to say, or at least what she had told Edmure which at the very least meant he was not here under good circumstances, though simply waking up in such a private location had already made that abundantly clear. It did however make him aware that the words he had with Ammon in her quarters had not been taken well. All he could do was glare at Edmure and wait for Ammon to take over, which by the look of things wasn't going to take long. Cain didn't have to wait long before Ammon took action, a hard hit across his face surprising him, the old tome in her hand packing quite a punch, although Ammon swung it faster than she should have been able to. A snarl escaped Cain's lips as she took his chin in her hand and turned his head, no doubt wanting to see the look in his eyes. The hit had bloodied his lip though and if she wanted an angry expression she got it, his features exuding disdain. As if being hit in the face wasn't enough Ammon took a decanter of hippocras and began to force the liquid into his mouth. At first he could keep up, swallowing the liquid and taking small breaths in between, but with the cut stinging and the fluid continuing to try and force its way down his throat he soon made a mistake, chocking on the liquid. Cain did his best to keep up after that, coughing and spewing liquid out as he tried to get rid of it in any way possible. The entire time she was having her fun Ammon was also talking, asking him rhetorical questions and taunting him and while he couldn't do anything it was getting quite a rise out of him, which was evident on his face. He didn't believe in any gods as it were, not that she would know as he wasn't given much of a chance to respond, but to him it was a ridiculous claim, that people were made by one or more beings. Even when the decanter was pulled away he was too busy chocking and coughing to speak a intelligible word, instead muttering obscenities and muddled smart-ass remarks. He peered up at her as his composure began to reappear, his eyes only catching a quick glimpse of what she was holding before it was wrapped around his head in such a way that it obscured his vision. The lack of vision made Cain's stomach turn, being able to handle what he could see coming was easy, having to wait and find out what his fate would be did not sit right with him. There was no comfort in that time, the idea running through his head being one of death or worse, not knowing what the predator Ammon would do to him. The story being told didn't help either, the idea of being drowned being the only thing on his mind as she continued to speak of the old baptism of sorts. He had one chance to do something about the situation he was in before he got drowned by the crazed woman and her dog, he would have to launch an attack before they did whatever in the hell they were planning, he just had to time it right and hoped he could figured out when without his sight. Remaining on task was rather difficult to do as they walked though, Ammon's breasts distracting him as they pressed into his back, even in such a situation the power of a beautiful woman swaying his sense. He had to do anything he could to stay focused, talking being the easiest lust deterrent as he knew it wouldn't be pleasant. I think you will be quite surprised at what fate has in store for me... I doubt it will be what you are expecting... He practically growled the words, walking along with her but doing so without any real sense of haste, slowing down even more than their current pace just to try and irritate the unwavering woman and to hopefully gain some advantage over her if he did.