Aria was captured with nowhere to run. Looking around in the dark dungeon, she struggled to glimpse a small wisp of light through the cracks. Struggling to climb upon the smooth, wet stone, Aria was able to get a look outside. The sound of horses turned her attention to a shield a guard was holding. "Velsper!" she squeaked and in her shock, let go of the rock supporting her, falling uncomfortably onto her side.
Shaking with pain, Aria knew that if things did not look better, they would just become worse with time. Kingdom Velsper was home to a harsh unknown Lord, stories of whom were known for hundreds of miles.
As if her thoughts had been read, the dungeon door opened and a guard with a torch came down the stairs. "You are to come with me. The Lord Eric will decide what is to become of you."
Pulling her up roughly, she was dragged out of the dungeon into the light. Without warning, a cloth was placed over her eyes and her hands were shackled behind her back. What distance was walked afterwards, she did not know. Aria had no idea where she was, but understood based on her senses that they had walked across the castle yard, put her into another room, and some amount of time had lapsed.
The shackles were cold against her arms, and her eyes began to tear up from the heat of the blindfold. She was sitting on the floor, scared to move lest she bump into some unforeseen trap. The Lord Eric? Could it be--no it couldn't. But Aria now knew that it was time to put up a fight.
Finally after what seemed like forever, someone entered the room, unbound her shackles and removed the blindfold from her eyes. She looked around quickly to see Lord Eric standing in front of her grinning. She remembered seeing him long ago at a royal kingdom gathering from all lands. He was now in his late twenties, tall, and very handsome with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, with a square jaw line, topped with a cleft in his strong chin.
His hair was just barely touching his shoulders, and caught the light as he walked. Aria's stomach churned with disgust at the sight of his lewd grin, which washed away all other attractive features on his face.
He had always wanted Lady Aria and capturing her on a hunting trip was the easiest way to get what he wanted. Sitting on the floor in a dirty dress, he still found her breathtaking as her large breasts bobbed up and down from her heavy breathing; the curve of her hips sloped gently into her small waist and long, shapely legs peeked out from the tears in the dress.
For just 18, her body had filled out nicely. Her large, almond shaped, green eyes looked straight into his. The rays from the setting sun against her hair reminded him of brown agate gemstones. Eric had always lusted after Aria, some might even say loved, but knew that she would spurn any niceties. It was time to be blunt, swift, and rough.
Hurting her never crossed his mind-- Aria happened to be a member of royalty from the land, but her own kingdom knew to fear his. Immediately Eric saw that fear in her eyes.
Aria backed away quickly and crossed her arms. "You will not hurt me," her voice whispered harshly.
Eric's expression softened. "You know I could never do that--"
"Then LET ME GO!!" screamed Aria.
She got up quickly and tried to run, only to be tripped by Eric. Swearing loudly as she tried to get up, he had already gone to the door and blocked her way. He chuckled softly and looked down at her. Aria's face was defiant, which just aroused him.
"You will be locked in here until tonight," Eric said slowly while still grinning. "I will send maidservants to fetch you, who will take you to your bath and provide fresh clothes. Dinner will also be served and then I will see you again." He walked over to her and knelt beside her, Aria avoiding his gaze and seething with anger. "You have always been beautiful, but I find you quite unbecoming in a dirty, torn dress," his voice came out snide and dripping.
Suddenly Aria heaved her hand back and slapped him hard across the face. "I have heard of your kingdom's wicked deeds and false trifles! If my father knew about this--" her voice became stern and she looked him square in the face. "I will not move from this room or do anything you ask! Do you really think I believe you? How dare you take me here! Who do you think you are to force me--"
"Force you?" came Eric's voice mocking, yet laughing, soothing the stinging area of his face where he was slapped. "Whoever said that anyone would be forced?" Kneeling closer to her so his head was near her ear, he whispered "Tonight when we are in my bedchamber, you will beg me to make love to you over and over. I have wanted you since I first laid eyes on you and I want you to be mine. I will never rape you. Put up a fight—and well I may rape you, including my 24 guards. But we'd rather not have that now, do we? No my sweet Lady, you will be mine. It's your choice." He kissed her neck leaving a wet cold spot that made Aria tingle.
His hands then cupped her breasts but she pushed him away halfheartedly. Slapping him hard again, she moved away quickly, only to be grabbed by Eric and pushed harshly. The force caused her to fall back onto the floor.
Taking advantage of her prone position, Eric quickly laid himself over her, bringing his lips down to whisper in her ear, "Why must you make things so difficult? You can either let me make love to you, or spend your days in the dungeon. Tell me my sweet, which will it be?" Waiting a moment, he was greeted by silence.
Sighing, Eric stood up and left the room. Aria could hear a scraping sound against the doorknob and then footsteps walking away, eventually becoming silence. Why was she still laying here on the floor like a dumb mule?
"Damnit!" she yelled, pounding the floor with her fist. She sat up right and angrily realized she drank in Eric's every word. Why didn't she push him away harder while he was fondling her? What was going on?
