Defiance

"Quite a lovely cage you built for her, huh?"

Messirama strode slowly across the room, her arm crossed on the chest in a slightly contemptuous stance. "Now what? Are you planning to keep her in that room for the rest of the fucking time? Feed her like a bird?"

Apparently unconcerned about her rowdy attitude, Vehnas lazily raised his head from the book he was reading and glanced at the woman, which now stood before him.
"Oh dear, dear... holding a grudge, aren't we?" He addressed her casually, "I wonder what could that be for..."
She huffed at his mocking tone and leaned nonchalantly against the wooden bureau behind her, folding her arms tighter against her breast. "Really, as if you had to guess."
He turned his attention back to the book, the beads of his bracelets tingling lightly as he leafed through the pages. "Leave now, darling. As much as I enjoy having  your gorgeous self around, I can see you're going to start talking soon, and it just detracts from your whole 'being gorgeous'." He smiled creepily, "we don't want that to happen, do we?"
"Screw you, scarecrow," she blurted out in a fit of pique, causing the man to sneer in amusement.
"Such a milady you are..."
She dropped herself back on the chest, her lips pressed together as she tried to hide her growing frustration, but Vehnas didn't seem willing to give her a break.
"So, what is your lovely face still doing here?" His tone was slightly threatening now, and Messirama had to gather all her courage before speaking again.

"I want you to let her go."

At these words he raised an eyebrow with a slightly surprised look. "Excuse me, what?"
She tightened her fists, digging her nails into her palms as she tried to stay calm. "You heard me, this can't go on any further. You have to leave her alone. Now"
He locked eye with her, his disfigured face crossed by a slanting smile. "Dear, among all the nonsense I heard coming from your pretty mouth, this is possibly the funniest ever..."
"Shut up, you bumptious jerk!" Exacerbated by his provocations, she slammed her hand on the bureau, causing the trinkets that were on it to chink and wabble dangerously. "You know what? You may feel powerful, but the truth is that you don't own a single fuck of her. You'll never will, it doesn't matter how hard you'll try and how much you'll torment her."
"Watch your mouth, doll," he admonished her in a blank tone, but she went on talking recklessly.
"Watch yours, mummy. You can keep fooling yourself if you like, but we both know that the only reason Istaaz is locked into that room right now is not because you forced it on her... it's because she agreed  to be there," she laughed harshly, "she agreed!  She's not being submissive, she's just being accommodating, as she would with an annoying kid.... and yet you call it a win? Man, that's so bullshit I can't even..."
She had not even finished speaking that Vehnas was suddenly on her, his hand gripping the back of her head. Taken aback, she cried out in pain and astonishment as he jerked her hair more, forcing her head back until she she found herself staring at the mauled hole where his left eye once used to be.
"You know I don't enjoy when you talk to me that way... It's so churlish of you."  
She tried to wriggle free from his grasp, but in response he just pressed her against the bureau, blocking her with his body.
"So, I get you are concerned about our sweet Fate, yes?" His lips grazed her jawbone as he spoke, and she wailed in helplessness feeling his breath on her skin. "Do you really want to know what I'm going to do with her?"
"It doesn't matter," she was trembling in both anger and fear, yet she didn't look away from him, "nothing of what you'll do will ever matter."
He ignored her reply and pushed himself closer, his left hand still tightly clenched on her black curls, while the other one slid behind her, stroking the naked skin of her back.
"I'm going to be with her," he whispered, "always. I'll be beside her, and over her.
I'll be inside her, in every way will please me... again and again, until she'll finally stop being so indifferent and get used to it. And even then, I'll keep doing it until she starts liking it." With those last words he bent over her and reached for her ear, teeth uncovered in a wicked grin. "What I'm going to do to her is exactly what I did to you. And you, my dear, you were just easier to break up."
With no strength left to stand up to him, she finally lowered her eyes, tears of rage already burning behind her lids; only then he freed her hair from his grip, allowing her to hide the face in shame against his shoulder.
"She's not like me," she whispered feebly trough the folds of his clothes. "She's stronger. And she's stronger than you."
Still holding her tightly in his embrace, he laid a kiss on her head, smiling leniently.
"Don't worry my dear, I have all the time in the world.
And I'm very patient."