Cutting Alrechi down to size.

You are still holding the knife in your left hand. Good, you decide as you step to meet him. So far, Alrechi has controlled nearly every aspect of the night's entertainment, that is until your kick nearly crushed his larynx, this will be another good opportunity to surprise the man. Stepping into a left-handed defensive position you see Alrechi adjust his stance accordingly, he no longer swaggers with the arrogance of before, but he still looks confident as he throws a feint watching your reaction. Perhaps overacting just a little you squeal in fright and step back half a pace. It doesn't matter if he doesn't believe your act, as long as he thinks you really are left-handed.

"I'm going to cut you up bitch!" His low voice growls as his knife waves in a figure eight in the air. "But I'm not going to kill you." His tongue licks his lips in anticipation "Once I get you down, I'm going to tie you to this bed and make you scream." Any attraction you once felt for this man is rapidly waning. "I want to hear you beg. Beg for mercy, beg me to stop, beg to please me, until finally you'll just beg me to end it." The gleam in his eye betrays just how much he wants to see you defeated. "But when I'm finally done with you I'll tie your naked, bleeding body to a table downstairs and let any man in this city use your cunt." You barely notice his words all your attention is on watching the movements of the knife as you sway in response to his body's motion.

You try a feint of your own with the curved knife looking for a response, it is a good feint, but Alrechi smiles as he recognizes it for the bluff that it is.

"You can kick like a mule bitch, but you don't look as fast with your knife." Your refusal to speak seems to be unnerving him a little but he still shows no signs of making a costly mistake. You decide to end this fight before you get careless. A second thrust with your left hand is more like a real attack and Alrechi steps to the side to avoid it as you begin your thrust. His counterattack should have worked, slicing deep into the muscles and ligaments on the inside of your extended elbow. Except for the second time in this fight Alrechi had under-estimated you.

Flicking the long knife from your left hand to your right gives you just enough time to avoid his blade and step to his open flank. The curved steel blade slices upwards into the muscles of his shoulder and continues rising, tracing a red ribbon into his cheek up to the corner of his eye. With a grunt of surprise Alrechi watches his knife fall from his numbing fingers in confusion before he even feels the pain from the bloody cut on his face.

A second kick, this time into his groin drops the man to his knees stunned and motionless. The rope from Alrechi's own kit soon binds his wrists together and you lift him onto the bed tying his hands to one of the corner posts. The man is burbling in a language that you can not understand as blood flows slowly from his shoulder and cheek.

You should kill him; an enemy like Alrechi is not a good thing. That that is the safe thing to do, but killing in a fight is one thing; to kill a bound man is not your style. As you tie his legs to the far post he recovers some of his senses and his screams and yells for help echo through the chamber. Holding Alrechi's own curved blade to his throat silences the cries, but you know that as soon as you try to leave he will yell again. With the door open his men are sure to hear him.

Back to his back of toys you find a gag to wrap around his head.

"I'll find you whore." He rasps before you get the gag in place "There isn't a city on this continent far enough away to stop me from finding you."

"Not as much fun when you're the one tied up is it?" You ask as the gag is **** into his mouth. "I really should kill you, or at least leave you to bleed out on this bed." You tell him watching his eyes open in fear. "But killing isn't my thing, so you and I need to find a different solution."

Cutting his dark pants and tunic from his body takes some time, as does using the cloth to bind the cut on his shoulder. When you are done you rest the cutting edge of the blade against his inner thigh and continue.

“Most men feel a strong attachment to their balls,” you say conversationally “are you wondering what your life might be like as an eunuch?” Alrechi’s head shakes side to side violently as his whole body fights the ropes that hold him to the bed. “But in your case, you might continue to play your sick games even if you could no longer get off on them, so I am going to offer you a deal.”