Aggressively.

Vivia wasn't about to let herself be used as a plaything. She growled against the mouth of her captor, and fiercely bit down on the invasive tongue.

A cry of pain and surprise filled her mouth before escaping it as the woman recalled her tongue and broke the kiss. Vivia was let go of for a moment as her captor held a hand to her mouth and mumbled in that foreign language.

Vivia spit the other woman's saliva and blood out onto the dusty ground, but just as soon found herself cast from the saddle to fall the considerable distance down with it. She landed with a grunt, fallen on her side with her limbs still tied behind her back. As she coughed, she heard the woman dismount and walk around her prone form.

Soon, Vivia's ponytail was gripped by an unseen hand, and her head was yanked up forcefully. As she cried out, her captor pushed a bit inside her mouth, and fastened it to her head before letting it fall back down onto the dirt. The rogue was panting around her new mouthpiece as the woman fiddled with her constraints, finding no opportunity to break free as she lay on her side, but she was at least able to gain a moment of respite.

She just hoped whatever her captor had planned next wouldn't curtail it.