Adonis continued to drag the night elf backwards through the dense foliage. She kicked wildly and tried to bite his hand, but he maintained his tight hold about her neck. His bicep bulged under her chin, and she pulled down on it with both hands in an effort to breathe. She thrashed about, breaking twigs and branches and creating all manners of commotion.
The troll was becoming concerned. He hadn't really considered what was going to happen. He had no plan. He had acted on dumb impulse…and he suddenly realized that he didn't even have anything to tie her up with. He mentally kicked himself just as the elf drove her heel into his shin. He flinched slightly but kept his grip; the small sting of pain traveled up his spine, giving him gooseflesh.
It had been a long time since he had been with a woman, and he wanted to be able to leisurely take his time with as little resistance as possible. More importantly, he wanted it to be reciprocal.
When he found a suitable clearing, he paused to unbelt his trousers. Using the thick pliable leather as a gag, he fastened it securely around the back of the elf's head and between her teeth. Her glowing eyes flared with her fear and anger, illuminating the area just enough for Adonis to see to rip the laces from his foot coverings and bind her wrists behind her back. After all was said and done and he had a firm grip on her bound wrists, he was at a loss for what to do next.
This sort of treatment certainly isn't going to make her want to reciprocate anything. He needed to sit down and think, if that was possible. His mind was still a haze of ravenous thoughts that were making him sweat and grind his teeth. All of this seemed like an illusion, as though he was a far-off observer and his actions were being controlled by some other means.
The coolness of the night was beckoning fireflies from their slumber, and their small, strobing pinpricks of light made the thicket even more surreal.
He kicked the night elf's legs out from under her, and she landed squarely on her butt with a pained whimper. He crouched in front of her and did nothing but stare for a moment. She stared back in horror but was unable to squirm away, for the nearby vegetation was so thick.
He reached for one of her legs, his thick three-fingered hand closing tightly around her ankle. She let out another muffled shriek as he dragged her closer. Fireflies flashed around them, the tiny beacons shining in the troll's eyes.
"S'alright, I jus' wanna talk to ya," he murmured in Common, without releasing her ankle.
She stiffened at his touch and jerked her foot free, throwing a little kick towards his face for good measure.
"Look," he continued hoarsely, "I don' wanna hurt ya. I kno' dat be hard ta believe..." he trailed off, unable to continue, unable to look away. The look of fear on her face was exhilarating. It was exciting him. He felt like a beast waiting to eviscerate his prey, but there was a pang of sympathy for the silk-skinned, taut-bodied female cringing before him.
Where is her armor? he idly wondered. His eyes trailed over her unforgivable features - her glossy, elegant hair; her rigid, angular face that could have been made from polished stone. He imagined the warmth of her velvety fingertips lightly caressing his skin...
His own thoughts were making him sweat bullets, and he knew that he would come unglued at any moment. He reached out and took hold of the leather gag as he would a horse's reins, pulling her face close to his. She pulled back with all her might, but her strength was nothing against his. Especially in his current condition. The leather creaked under his grip.
"If ya scream," he breathed ardently into her ear, "ya get to die t'night." He held up a long, gleaming sword to make his point, and while the elf stared at her radiant reflection in the blade, he ripped the belt out from between her teeth. She sat panting and shaking, her eyes wide, then curled up defensively against a nearby tree.
"I thought you said you didn't want to hurt me," she said in a quivering, acid voice.
"Dat be true, but if ya try ta get me inta trouble, well...we can't have dat."
Adonis watched her, unmoving. He was trying to control his breathing, but his heart was beating so erratically. It was as if he had just run five miles. He began to wind the belt around his hand, the leather squeaking in protest. He clenched it firmly then brought it up to his mouth and dug his teeth into it while he watched her, deep in thought.