Samandriel didn't understand why some men felt the need to excuse the violence done to them by visiting it on other people. It only perpetuated things, but since Carrick made it clear that nothing was going to stop or change what he had planned, Samandriel didn't see any point in not resigning himself to it.
He closed his eyes, body forced forward some with every strike of the vampire's hand as he swallowed down most of the yelps he knew the other man wanted. They were there, but came out as small whimpers of things instead of anything more.