Snippet #2633713

"You wound me with your cruel words, girl."
Weyellin's voice seemed to come as a surprise to Iaira, himself not present in the room, but on the balcony overlooking the South, and less wealthy side of his Kingdom, his hearing as acute as ever.
"Your possessions are safe, undamaged and on the carviettei beside you in several satchels. As for your clothing, washed and cleared of blood, soot, sand and dirt. They were also redyed Rockbeetle Black. As good as the Midnight they were dyed before, with hints of a slight dark blue." Weyellin walked from the balcony and into the room, gently lit and heated by the black marble pillar-like fireplace that stood in the centre of the room. The near-transparent crimson cloth that hung in the archway fluttered slightly from Weyellin's disrupture before it returned to it's stagnant and unlively station in the arch.
"On the edge of the bed. You're welcome."
Weyellin's legs continued to carry him beside Iaira, now, himself fully lit up by the warm glow of the fire. He was no longer in armour, and instead in a dark coated cloth material, decorated with dark grey lightmail, jagged like the rock around him, and a black animal fur around his neck. Below the long, drooping chained cloak was a deep crimson undergarment that matched the pattern and style of the room. He sat on the bed beside her, his stubble grown into a light and shaggy beard and his curled hair even blacker than before.
"It has been two days. I am truly sorry for your current state. Were it a regular Pacifier, the recovery would have been perfect. The memories fresh, but your flesh and bone reversed to a previous state. This Pacifier, though... Well... He was a little more rough with you than he should have been. Your wounds are fully healed, but there will be discomfort for some days."
His arms reached out to the satin sheet that was slipping from Iaira and pulled it over her breasts again, his eyes keeping away from her naked and beautiful figure's tempting allure, and preferring to keep to her eyes.
"I also must apologise for your stripping. Defense of Everlastian Citizens is our number one priority, and so all weapons must be removed to drastically prevent threat. Your clothes, however, are removed because it has been theorised by a leading official that one who is naked is much, much less likely to fight back due to the lack of coverage, support, armour and dignity. It will also, should you escape, allow us to easily sight and catch you when away from your chamber."
Weyellin looked at the girl, tied up and naked, and totally at his mercy.
"I must thank you for your lack of co-operation. It proved entertaining. And, to be honest, you have impressed me. You were very strong-willed to have actually attempted to fight the gas."