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On a bluff outside the castle walls, a large pavillion was erected to house The generals and their maps, as well as Eric Atwater as well. At the moment, the orchestrator of this invasion stood outside looking at the plumes of smoke billowing out from the city. The Keep was the only unsecured place left, and that would only be a matter of time.

There were many people left alive, though they were disarmed and rounded up into pens until a more stable powerbase could be established. If the Keep here was in good condition, Eric thought, he might take it as his own. After an incredibly thurough inspection for boltholes though.

Meanwhile, inside a group of soldiers searching through the keep kicked down doors, and looked for valuables and anyone else. As they reached the door behind which the now defeated Lord's daughter was hiding behind, though they were unaware of this fact, they kicked it down and came in, always wary of unexpected ambushes.

"Look at what we have here. A Lost girl, all alone." One of the men said lecherously. "And look at that hair, I bet she's a tempest in bed!" Another replied.
 
The suprise on the 3 remaining guards' faces as the 4th fell quickly vanished under the anger that they felt at having this GIRL kill their comrade and friend. They readied their weapons and advanced on her. Now there wasn't any question in their minds, they'd beat her, rape her and then probably kill her. She deserved it, as far as they were concerned.

"Now you've done it girly. You're going to pay for that." One of them said as he advanced toward her. He sung his sword, which was larger than hers, attempting to knock hers out of position, and test her abilities. He was not going to go into this rashly.
 
Well that certainly changed things, the other 2 guards thought. She was the Lord's Daughter, and Lord Atwater would be pleased to know she was alive and quite spirited. They quickly left the room to deliver this news to Eric. The girl wouldn't get far, the keep was surrounded. Closing a door in the hallway behind them, making sure to lock it, one of them remained to guard it.

Several minutes later, while Eric was on his way towards the Keep to see for himself how things were progressing, he was approached by one of his men. "My Lord. The O'Malley daughter has survived the fighting, she is in the keep, contained. She is quite skilled with a sword however. Already she killed two of my men."

Eric looked up at the Keep and smiled. "Very well. I'll deal with her myself." He entered the Keep and followed the soldier back to where the other remaining guard waited. He opened the door and Eric walked through, looking in the rooms he passed, in case the girl had moved. His large boardsword was drawn and in his hands, at the ready.
 
The door had not closed all the way, and the tepstry did not cover up the entire thing, so when Eric found it, he smiled. "Well, there's one I won't have to worry about finding. Now to find my quarry."

He opened the door and didn't bother closing it behind him. He walked casually down the hallway, watchful of any suprises. "You can't escape" He called out. "The Keep is surrounded, and I doubt you can get through an entire army. Just do what your people should have done at the start. Give up."
 
He never understood why people seemed to always shout or make some noise they didn't have to make before they attacked from hiding. He thought that as he moved out of the way of the dagger thrust, her growl giving him plenty of warning.

"Ahhh, here you are. It is a pleasure to meet you, Moira O'Malley. My name is Eric Atwater." He stood to his full height just short of 6'6" "You've already lost, there's nothing you can do."

He kept on provoking her, and deftly batting away her sword strikes. His large blade an immovable obstacle when he blocked her, and an unyielding force when he struck back. He was toying with her though. He had no intentions of killing her. At least, not yet. He needed to get a clear view of her, to accurately gauge her worth to him.
 
She may have dropped her sword but he wasn't so foolish. He charged after her, even with the added weight of the sword, his long stride was more than enough to catch her before she reached any of the windows in the tower.

"Ah ah ahhh, Didn't anyone tell you not to play around the windows of tall towers? But I guess like father like daughter. What else could you call waging war on a superior force but suicide? Does it run in your family?" He askes her while her held her in his arms, stopping her from escaping.
 
She really was quite the catch, he thought to himself now that they were in a well lit area. Her form is quite attractive. And with her flaming red hair she is obviously Irish... somewhat wild. ANd the look in her eyes made that all the more clear. She would like nothing more than to tear out his heart with her bare hands.

Her struggling was quite pleasant as well. But also distracting and she would make it more annoying to get her outside and to someplace secure. So, having enough of her struggling, he held her with one hand and struck her with the hilt of his sword, knocking her unconsious. Slinging her over his shoulder he descended the staircase and proceeded outside the Keep to his camp.

There, he stripped her of the armor and any weapons she had left, leaving her in only her tattered dress, and placed her in a cage to ensure she would not escape. The cage was usually used for his hunting dogs, but one had fallen during the campaign and it left a cage free.
 
Her screaming awoke the dogs in the the cages next to hers, and they began to bark incessantly. Many people heard the screams as well, but had been given explicit orders not to intervene unless the girl escaped the tent.

Eric, in a room separated from her by only the thin tent material smiled as he realized she was awake. Strolling into the room, he saw her trying to pick the lock. "Up for another chase, are we? You must like having a big, strong man sweep you up into your arms. Since you surely know I'd chase you, and that I would catch you, and that you would simply be returned back here."
 
"Did I say I wanted to kill you? Certainly if I did, you would be dead. I didn't want to kill ANY of your people. But your father forced my hand. He fought back, at that point, I had to take action, and crush his little band. It was a pathetic display, really. But then more people thought it was a good idea and they did the same... and then more. Now your people are decimated, scattered, rounded up. And all because your father refused to be realistic."

He sat down and shook his head. "It's a shame really. I would have prefered this to be completely bloodless. I would have treated your people well, but now, because of the idiocy of one man... all that is in ruins."
 
Shaking his head, he replies. "I'm afraid not. Consider it a punishment for trying to run from me. I'll have to think of something more suitable for killing my men. You are quite good with a sword, by the way. Pity I don't think I'll ever let you hold one again."

He put a plate of food on the ground infront of the cage, within easy reach for her. "Eat up, you're probably hungry. And no, before you ask, it's NOT poisoned. Like I said, if I wanted you dead, you'd be dead."
 
He chuckled. "No, not particularily. I also don't think a few days in a cage will render your legs useless. Besides... if it wasn't uncomfortable, would it be a suitable punishment?"

Still chuckling, he took her now empty plate away and walked out. He had work to do, and a people to pacify now that they had been riled up.

The next day, he came back into the room she was caged within with another plate of food. "Here. Then later, we can talk about stretching your legs." He placed the food in front of her once again.
 
Taking the plate away he went to a drawer and retrieved something. He walked back to his chair and sat down. "So, do you still want to get out of that cage?"

He knew what the answer was. Even if it wasn't going to hurt her to be in there for awhile, it would still be uncomfortable. Revealing what he had just gotten, a collar and leash he grinned. "You'll have to wear this if we go for a walk. No negotiating, no bargaining. Wear the leash, get to stretch your legs."

He wanted to see how defiant she could be.
 
"I'm afraid not." His head shook from side to side in denial. "There isn't enough room in here for you to get a decent exercise. If it would make you feel better," he continued, knowing before he said what he was thinking that it would NOT make her feel better, " I could bring my other dogs along for the walk as well."

She may have been used to getting her way as the pampered princess, but Eric was fresh off of a glorious victory on the battlefield. And he was not about to let a lone girl best him.
 
"Suit yourself." He set the leash on the table and stood.

"Oh, and I wouldn't put too much stock in your worth just yet. My dogs are some of my most prized companions. In contrast, I don't know what I'm going to do with you yet."

He left the room to let her think about that.
 
He smiled to himself as he heard her question, but he didn't answer her. Instead, the next day, the cycle repeated again, food, and then an offer of a walk.
 
"You've given up? Oh well that isn't good. Where are all the crafty plans of escape, of assassinating me in my sleep? Where is the tirade that you will never give in to my horrid demands? All the fire in you must have been used up making your hair..." He shook his head. "Well, if you think I'm going to kill you simply because you've given up, you're wrong. This isn't about you, it's how I can use you. Your people are out there, and you are a symbol to them... For the moment, they aren't aware you're alive or dead. Some think you escaped and are rallying the people to fight back now that we're complacent... You've become a Hero, without doing a damn thing."

He chuckled. "Oh, and coincedentally, I never said you had to go walking with my dogs. I just suggested it. Now come on, you need a bath, and while I don't think there's any harm being done, I don't want you to be any more uncomfortable than is necessaryany more, you punishment is over. So, put on the leash, and we'll go for a walk to get you cleaned up."

He tossed her the collar, holding onto the end of the leash in his firm grip.
 
He simply stood there, smiling while she raged at him. He never flinched, never took a step back, nothing. And when it looked as if she was finally finished. He smiled. "Frankly, I was expecting that. In my experience, people have never given up when they say they have. That comes later. When you truly give up, you'll know that you don't need to say it. When you truly give up, it won't make a difference, because at that point, nothing will have changed by your admission of defeat. You will have given up, because you will realise giving up is something you had done long ago without even realising it."

He approached her cage. "I offered you a bath, and a walk. The leash was simply to keep you prisoner. Nothing more. In all honesty, you're starting to stink. The blood on you, and several days of not washing... At this point, I don't care. I don't think me asking you to bathe is a serious demand. I'm not trying to lull you into false security, or trick you into falling for some devious trap I have concocted for you... It's simply a courtesy. I'll have a basin of hot water brought in here, and allow you to wash yourself here. It's not a reward, it's not anything except a bath."

He chuckled and shook his head, leaving the tent to call for a tub of hot water, and soap to be brought to his tent. Several minutes later, he returned, with 2 men carrying a large basin, filled with water. They set it down near the cage and left. Eric then opened the cage to let her out. "There. Do us both a favour and get in."
 
He looked at her appreciatively as she disrobed and stepped into the tub. Her body was absolutely marvelous, and the water only made it more enchanting. It was then he finally knew what he was going to do with her. Of course, taking her as a lover would prove difficult with her current frame of mind. And he doubted time would change it on it's own.

So, he was going to have to interevene. But how, and how long would it take, was the two main questions he had. First, he had to get her into larger accomodations than simply a cage.

"My men have finished inspecting the Keep, looking for passages like the one you tried to use. We'll be taking up residence there soon. So, you'll be out of the cage."
 
He smiled and stepped forward. "Certainly. Though you don't have to keep telling me how much you hate me. I'm well aware."

He took the soap and lathered up his hands, before washing her back gently. He rubbed her shoulders some, giving her a quick massage, and went down as far as the top of her ass.

"There, that wasn't so bad, now was it."
 
As she stood there, he once again looked at her transfixed. The water glistening off her skin, dripping from her hair, nipples, fingers... She was truly stunning.

Finally speaking, he looked up at her face. "I've finally decided what I will be doing with you." He knew she would never agree to becoming his concubine, but he didn't care. He'd make her want it if he had to.

One of his men then came in, and informed Eric they were ready to start packing up his things to move them to the Keep. He nodded his head. "In here last. Move everything else first." The man nodded, took one look at Moira and knew the reason.

"You'd best get dry, and ready to move." Eric told her.
 
He nodded and handed her some clothes. The wouldn't cover much, with a plunging neckline, and leaving her midriff bare, as well as quite a short skirt, only to mid thigh, but they would be warmer than nothing.

When she was dressed, it was only a few minutes before Eric was told it was time to move everything in the room to the Keep. He would ask her nicely to walk with him, but if she refused, he would pick her up and carry her slung over his shoulder.

once in the keep, she was brought down to the dungeon. "I am sorry for the accomodations, but I can't simply let you go in a room with a window, and other things to facilitate your escape. Not yet anyway." A guard brought a brazier full of red hot coals down and placed it infront of her cell, the heat emanating from it would be warmer than it is outside in the sun.

"I'll have a room prepared for you, to the point that I need not worry about you hurting yourself, or escaping and then you may leave here." He smiled at her. Not to soften the blow of being put in her own father's dungeon, but simply because that was the kind of guy he was.
 
He hated seeing a woman cry. Even one that had killed two of his men and professed to hate him every chance she got.

Opening the door to the cell he walked in and wrapped his arms around her. "There there. As I can trust you more, you'll have more freedom. You may even find you enjoy your new life."

He rocked her gently back and forth, all the while thinking how best to bring her around. At the moment she was incredibly naive about sex. He could tell that simply from the way she has acted thus far. That would have to change. Maybe he could train her like he does with his dogs... well, not exactly like them, but the principles would stay the same.
 
"Everything you know was taken from you, I know..." He said as he rocked her. "But not by me. I brought my men as a show of force, I hoped your people would realise they had no chance to fight, and give in. Their lives would have been largely unchanged... I didn't take everything from you. And now, I want to give you a new life, now that yours has been stolen."

He considered the fact that she hadn't pushed him away to be a good sign. She was opening up to him as well. He tried to subtly steer the conversation to who was to blame, and make it clear that she shouldn't think it was him.
 
He held her for a few more moments. "People look to their Lords for guidance. It is our duty to lead, and we expect people to follow. Your people are not to blame for following your Father. He certainly convinced them fighting back was their only option."

He let her go and stood. "As I said, these accomodations are simply due to lack of trust. Not a punishment. The Brazier is to keep you warm. Summer is coming, as you know, but the weather has been rather cool lately."

With that said, he left her in the cell, closing the door and making sure it locked. He and his men then left.
 
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