Submit

Echo's mind is muddled, her whole body hurts, and she knows that in her current position having the dagger won't do her much good. The best move here is too submit and save herself another broken bone. She lowers her head as her fingers loosen around the daggers handle and soon it leaves her hand, once again lying in the dirt, much like its owner.

"Good girl," says the man, kicking the dagger away with his free foot, causing Echo to wince in pain as all his extensive weight drives her dainty wrist into the ground. He then removes his foot from her injured arm and stands over her, his feet straddling her stooped head.

She feels his massive hand remove the coin pouch from the waist of her armor. "Well, now that that's dealt with we can get to the fun part." He reaches down, grabbing a handful of Echo's disheveled black hair, and with only one arm lifts her off the ground until she is eye level with him and her feet dangle unmoving a few feet from the ground.

She offers no resistance to this brutish act, and can only softly moan in pain as she's met with the man's harsh, reddish eyes.

"I do hope your fighting spirt returns, I quite enjoyed it," he says, a hint of exultation in his baritone growl. With that he eases Echo down into a kneeling position before him and releasing her hair. She begins to fall forward but manages to catch herself by placing her hand on his thigh, supporting herself with her good arm.

"Hahaha. Now, girl, you will take out my cock and suck it with that pretty little mouth of yours as a thanks for me showing you your place."