"Now now," Lye warned, pressing firmly against the soft skin between her thighs. She clutched her legs together, gripping his hand as he leaned in close to her ear with a whisper. "Is that any way to thank your new benefactor?"
Before she could whip her head back, he snapped away from her with a chuckle. He slipped his hand from her wet skin, leaving the cloth snugly clasped where it was. The platinum haired man, clothed in only his thick cloth pants and the equipment lashed to his waist by thick leather. Light pink scars peppered the entirety of his body, punctures, burns, blunt gashes, and the faint pattern of sutured limbs reattached. He brought an arm across his chest and pressed it against his pectorals until a large, audible pop sounded.
"Food," he started, switching to the other arm and pressing until a pop sounded. "Water, shelter, warmth..."
He trailed on before walking around the wash basin and squatting in front of her so they could be eye to eye. He looked to her bindings with a smirk. Tight coils secured around her wrists and ankles. Between the two ran a chain which anchored to an iron loop bolted to the bottom of the basin. While Lye generally used these to hang underneath suspended corpses to bleed dry, it fit the current application admirably. As she sat, bound, he looked over her clean, glistening skin. His eyes spared no curve nor crevice as they ran over her body with a grin of admiration.
"And safety," he blurted. He lifted to a stand and gestured just beyond himself with an open palm. On a crude pine table sat four, hammered copper basins. Each only a few inches shallow, contained a gift for the girl. With eyes hallowed out, twisted into unusual expressions, and disfigured by necrosis, the heads of four bandits sat in pans of blood.
"I didn't pay much attention, but they mentioned something about you being property?" he asked whimsically, his brows furrowed into a faux concern. "Tch, so if they're dead..."
He diverted his gaze toward a roaring heart at the far side of the room and took several paces toward it.
"And you belonged to them..." he droned on while approaching a wooden mannequin beside the flickering blaze. Upon it, an extremely elegant, but embarrassingly revealing outfit of lace hung. He tugged at the specially fitted fabric that failed to adequately cover an artificial bust.
"I suppose that means you're free?" He looked at her over his bare shoulder, glaring green eyes piercing through drapes of platinum hair. His lips parted into a smile followed by a deep rolling laugh. He shook his head.
"We'll finally get you into something that compliments that supple form of yours," he commented, his tone deeper and serious. The whimsy of his entertainment left his features. He looked at her with disinterest and sighed.
"I said you'll give me everything, and I'm going to take it." He walked over to a bowl of fruit resting on a night stand beside a clean pressed bed and plucked a polished apple from the top. He took a bite from its juicy flesh and walked over to her as he chewed. Again he lowered himself beside her raw, exposed form.
"You can run, but you'll die." He stated with muffled tones of food in his mouth, holding the apple in front of her. "You can fight, but I'll fight back." He swallowed. "Scream all you want, but no one will hear you." He looked to the apple, then her punctured and bleeding lips.
"Eat," he commanded.