It seemed that she did not listen to him, her words still aim at the closed ears of her bretheren. Fallen quite as soon as his rhythm grew harder, replaced by a low cry and scream. Hands reaching to grab something, only to find the cloth that bound her to the bed. Her legs trying to kick out, bring her to her knees. Yet she could not. Yet she would not call to her tormentor and beg for him. Her pride stronger then the pain she was feeling, even if her body was slowly starting to enjoy what he was doing.