The King's Castle

Elizabeth clenched her teeth. If she wasn't in a cage, she would have bit him. Hard. Dianne could vouch for her when she said she could. She didn't care if he killed her afterwords, she just wanted to give him a piece of her mind. As calm and gentle as she seemed, she had a feisty streak.

He grinned a bit. "I might even leave that up to you."

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, her teeth clenched. The fire behind her was a bit more evident now.

He laughed a bit. "It looks as though I've breached you calm facade."

Elizabeth glared at him, locking eyes with him, "If I wasn't locked in here, you'd see exactly how calm I am." she snapped back.

Lucian grinned a bit and stepped forward towards her cage, twirling the key on his finger. "Oh really now?"

"Yeah." she said simply, "Really."

Lucian grinned and stuck the key in the keyhole before stepping back. "If you really think it would be worth it, go ahead. But keep in mind; I am still holding you to your actions."

"I'd like to see you try." She fired back.

He grinned. "I'm waiting."

Elizabeth stepped out of the cage, taking off her heels. It wasn't going to be easy to do much of anything in those shoes. She walked up to him calmly, then punched him in the gut. Hard.

He grinned a bit as he felt the pain sink in. It was a good feeling. A moment later, something tightened around Elizabeth's ankle. Latched onto her foot was a semi-skeletal hand, thrust out of the ground. More of it continued to appear, the entire nearly rotted corpse trying to pull its way out of the ground. It's other hand grabbed her thigh and tipped her back, pulling her to the ground as two similar hands grabbed her wrists and another grabbed her other leg. The corpse had pulled itself about halfway out of the ground, and the others just had one hand latched onto her.

Elizabeth wasn't scared of them or anything else right now. She was mad. Her eyes locked in a death glare with Lucian's.

Lucian smirked down at her a bit and let out a hoarse chuckle before straightening his posture and striding to his desk, picking up what looked to be a ceremonial dagger, or medical scalple, or ritual knife, or something of the sort.

Elizabeth bit into his arm, hard enough to break through skin and muscle, clean to the bone.

His blood was hot, nearly scalding her mouth. He winced away, but his face kept a grimmace. "You're a fiesty one, aren't you? Maybe you won't have much say in this little deal of yours...." He mused, kneeling beside her out of biting range.

Elizabeth didn't flinch back, so enraged she didn't seem to feel it. "B*****d..." she spat, blood dripping down her chin.

"Yes, I am, actually. Though, I suppose that would be a good thing...." He mused, sitting on her lower stomach. He unsheathed and brandished his dagger a bit.

Elizabeth managed to free one of her legs, kicking her knee into his lower back with a surprising amount of force.

Lucian dropped the dagger and fell forward, ontop of her. Thankfully, he caught her head and held it down, out of biting range as the corpse emerged up to it's waist, holding down her le with both of it's arms.

Elizabeth struggled, but at this point, she couldn't do much more.

Lucian grinned a bit and slid back to where he was. "You are a feisty one." He said, retreiving his dagger. He grabbed her shirt and pulled it up somewhat, exposing her stomach. He gently traced a finger over her skin, thinking.

Elizabeth inhaled and exhaled rapidly, exhausted from the struggle. She locked eyes with him, knowing what was coming next.

He grinned a bit. "Now, I told you I woldn't work on you for about two days... let me rephrase that; I won't kill you for about two days." He said, smirking.

Elizabeth spat at him, "You coward. You hide behind your little tricks. I bet you couldn't catch me if it weren't for your undead corpses."