6.3 Abscond

"What do you intend to do?" You ask on bated breath, sure you will oppose any response he may have. A dark shadow runs across his face, obscuring the majority of it. The flash of his unnerving grin only intensifies as he continues leering down at your form. Flinching, you pull away again when his face moves down towards your own. This time you find yourself unable to turn away as his hand swiftly grabs on to your chin. **** to look forward, you watch as he continues leaning down and inhales deeply. "The scent of fear is inescapable." He remarks absentmindedly, roughly brushing his thumb against your chin in the process. You're unable to stop your eyes from growing large when his face reaches the side of your neck. Cringing, you shiver as his warm breath moves across your agitated skin. His other hand curls around your arm, then roughly pulls you down. As your back connects with the wooden surface of the table, your thoughts quickly race. Theocles' response leaves you with little variation for interpretation. Writhing against his grip you vainly attempt to break free.

His grasp only tightens against your retaliation, and you feel his skin brush past your exposed neck. The area it touches grows almost numb, if it weren't for the static of electricity jolting through it. Gritting your teeth, you fight against the uncomfortable sensation. His lean torso presses against your own, further pinning you down. "How unoriginal." You seethe through a clenched jaw as you notice his free hand move to the front of your stola. He scoffs sharply before callously muttering in your ear, "Your sharp tongue may be momentarily amusing. However, do not make the mistake of thinking it can dissuade me." Without waiting for a response, he shifts his weight slightly before pulling the fabric back. Struggle as you might, his larger frame is successful in keeping you in place. Gritting your teeth, you turn your head away when you feel him pull back his own clothes. A moment later you're met with an initially uncomfortable feeling. His torso continues pressing against you as he begins forcibly sliding in further.

Flinching lightly, you strive to ignore the sensation rather ineffectively. Theocles' breath continues to scrape against your strained neck. Twisting away as far as you're able, you stop when his grip on your arm tightens painfully. A sharp exhale leaves your throat as he starts roughly moving in and out of your taut opening. Unable to pull away, you find yourself **** to endure the unwanted ****. His breathing progressively grows ragged with each unwanted thrust. Closing your eyes, your mind races with fear and concern. It becomes increasingly difficult to concentrate when you feel unwelcomed sensations of pleasure begin slowly building up. Despite your best efforts, you seem unable to disregard your body's response to his action. Theocles' groans under his breath after increasing the intensity of his movements. Just as your body is reaching its precipice, his exertion comes to an abrupt halt. Gasping in slight confusion and aversion, you feel his body swiftly pull away before your own is splattered with warm liquid.

There is a brief pause before the rest of his weight lifts off your now disheveled frame. His face is rigid, as he regards you with an almost displeased expression. Still disconcerted from his abrasive actions, you attempt to avoid meeting his sharp gaze. To your cautious relief, he steps back and turns away slightly. "Get up." He snaps peremptorily while straightening his tunic. Internally wincing, you hesitantly comply. Theocles scoffs again before callously stating, "If you attempt anything foolish, it will not end well." Remaining silent, you watch angrily as he exits the room. Before you have time to begin processing the event, your guards finally return. Knowing this was all clearly planned and orchestrated by those meant to serve you makes it pointless in trying to elicit their aid. As you're escorted back to your temporary chambers, you make mental notes of the layout and exits. The area is heavily guarded by Theocles' men and your own retinue. Any attempt to escape will be next to impossible, yet, you find yourself without any alternative options. Exhaling wearily, you enter your room and begin mapping out your plan.