Re: Table 2
Rabastan looked back, and then up at the High Table. Some fun might just be the right thing, but there's Bella to consider, and keeping it small seemed like the best thing to do.
"Nah, we wouldn't want to inconvenience the Dark Lord," he said. "Macnair will just have to make his own fun. He's got his own pretty thing anyway," he said as he marched her out of the room and into the corridor. He wasn't planning on going far, privacy spells would be more than enough.
"Now, pretty one," he said, letting go of her arm and pinning her to the wall with a hand around her neck. "You're very lucky that you're related to Bella or you'd be crying already." Not that he wouldn't like that idea, and tears could come in different ways.
Rabastan kissed her, keeping a steady hand around her neck, limiting her air supply, while his free hand went to her breast, squeezing it painfully. He pulled back, but kept his hands in place. "Are you going to be a good girl or do we need to teach you your place?" he asked, hoping to hear that Black arrogance that would give them the right to do whatever they liked with her.