Once upon a time, Ilsandra would have loved the position she was in - bound with her hands above her head as Dagon looked on at her with hungry eyes and his signature smirk (that she saw in Azier far too often).
Now, it was a bad situation as he went in for the third time to strike her.
"Tell me who you are and why you are here. Last chance, or I will send you back to my brother where you belong." He threatened.
She stayed silent, but not from contempt. She had spent the last few hours trying to figure out how she could release her lover from the hold he was on. He was alive in there somewhere, because she could tell he pulled his slaps, and he refrained from using abusive language. She wasn't foolish enough to believe it was because he recognized her; he had just always been soft towards women.
