More of your captor's hair brushes against your face as she forcibly pins you down once again, her piercing stare becoming even more sadistic. You'd never have thought you'd be grateful for a scrum of guards but you can deal with being roughly apprehended more than the noblewoman's frightening gaze. She releases your wrists, only for one of a dozen guards to take over. You're almost dragged out from under her and roughly pulled up to your feet. Your would-be victim takes a few paces back, regarding the whole spectacle with a smirk as you are almost lifted off your feet by the armored men-at-arms holding your upper arms. You swear and thrash, but there are at least four of them holding you tightly.
"Lady Reanna ! Are you hurt?!" One of them asks urgently, while his comrades fan out across the room, hands on their swords as if assassins might leap out from one of drawers any at any second. You are roughly frisked, your blade, rope and jewelry haul are quickly seized.
"No.. thank you.. you got here just in time.. this terrible woman would have robbed me.." She has affected a fragile tone, as if the experience of subduing you with comical ease was particularly traumatic. "Make sure she is bound tight! If she gets loose she could throttle me in an instant.. she has the eyes of a madwoman!"
This Reanna seems particularly theatrical. The guards handling you seem to be skeptical, casting glances at one another but all seem to be too afraid to say anything. You realize that she's been staring at you, perhaps the entire time, with a predatory expression. The guards comply, tightly binding your wrists with your own rope.
"Elbows, thighs, knees and ankles. She's not to be able to move." She seems to break character to bark an order, her voice snaps like a whip. Their is a brief and terrible pause, before you are forced to the floor. They comply with her order, tightly binding together all the areas she named. In order. As the guards begin to tie your ankles, you hear her icy voice once again "Boots."
The noblewoman is only young, in her mid-twenties you'd guess, and rather small. However, she is able to radiate a particularly terrifying presence. The guards quickly remove your boots, and you feel the air against your bare feet as your ankles are tied together, then connected to your wrists in a firm hogtie. The guards quickly back off, leaving you helpless, able to do nothing but squirm.
Lady Reanna affects that damsel-in-distress wounded tone of voice once again as your struggle futility on the ground. "I..think I want to interrogate her personally.. please post sentries in the hallway and on the perimeter. You will have to tell the guests that I shall be late.. I know it is dangerous but.. I have to know why this woman would want to hurt me.."
It becomes clear to you that you have messed with the wrong noblewoman. Even her own guards seem to be afraid of her, immediately following her orders, going along with her little game and too scared to challenge. Her guards file out and your heart sinks as you are left alone with her.
You're too frightened to speak as she sits down beside you and begins running her fingers through your hair. She idly traces her manicured fingernail along your neck and you flinch with the ticklish sensation.
"Now, we begin our first lesson in manners."
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