Refuse

He turned to walk back to his carriage and didn't get more than half way before turning.

"I see..." He ran his fingers through his hair, signaling for a few soldiers to dismount. "I really didn't want to have to do this... he stepped back towards Aryn and closed his hands over her wrists, dragging her towards his vehicle. Though Aryn resisted, it was nothing compared to his strength. Aryn continued resisting, but everything faltered when she heard on of the soldiers say, "My king, do you need help?".

The king seemed to not have even heard his guard as he picked up Aryn, threw her over his shoulder and marched into the now-enclosed carriage.

He roughly threw Aryn onto the large bed that took up a good portion of the room. Although Aryn tried to rise, it didn't take long for the king to return with a long length a rope which he tied first around Aryn's flailing arm, looping it through the headboard of the bed and tying it to her other wrist.

Tears were streaming down Aryn's face as the king took another piece of rope and did the same to her ankles. Once she was completely secure, he took a deep breath and looked at his handiwork. Now that he had secured her, Aryn took a moment to gather her wits, she began to speak, but all that came out was her screeching about how he "couldn't do this." Though he rather hear them scream, the king walked to a drawer and pulled out a gag. Keeping it behind his back, he waited until Aryn reached a good point in her ranting and then popped it into place, securing it around her head.

"Hello.... I'm King Gavius of Kuniel. Since I don't see a better time than the present, I may as well tell you the truth. Because I killed my last one, I seem to be in need of a pleasure ****. Not to hard of a job, just keep me satiated and keep yourself from getting too hurt and we should be okay... Now, you are to call me only Master or Owner, because that is what I am to you, do you understand?"