Eve's gaze followed him as he walked towards the fountain. His voice rang in her head again, speaking of his family and who the two demons were. She listened as he explained, her heart sunk. How is this normal!? Oh wait; he’s not normal, is he! She rolled her eyes when he laughed aloud. How the fuck could anyone be proud of being choked while giving birth. The male of the two did look like he had won a victory, she shook her head. A King? Of course he was, just her luck to be captured by a King, and a Demon at that. She went rigid when he walked behind her. Her mouth went dry when she felt his presence so close to her again. 

Eve wanted to slap his hand away, but the way he held her there meant that if she tried, he wouldn't be very accepting of it. She could already see he was irritated by her fear of childbirth from him. Her mouth made a frown at the thought. His voice rang in her head again. Many would what? Want to be his grandmother, who in the right fucking mind would want that. Eve’s temper was rising now. He was making fun of her, and basically telling her she wasn't even close to being in the league as a ‘permanent’ mate for him. Was this his way of letting her know she had only one purpose and that was to entertain him as his prisoner? Wonderful, now she truly believed this was hell. Without warning, through his revere of words his hand found her hip, forcing on it she winced in pain as he knees buckled. Her knees smacked against the ground hard. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes again, then his hand was in her hair pulling on her curls, her face pulled up to look into his. 
Her eyes narrowed in frustration. Her breath coming out in puffs from her nose, she was genuinely pissed off now, more than she had been in years. He made her heart clench when he spoke of not even thinking twice about her in that way. She closed her eyes in an effort not to roll them at him, he was in a ripe mood and she’d rather rest at least once before her minds will left her. He’d have her if he wanted her huh? We’ll see about that she said, opening her eyes again once he let go. She fell onto her butt, looking at the statue again she let out an indignant snort. He thinks that she’ll run? After this bullshit he just said to her, she had half a mind to do it just to piss him off more, but the punishment he mentioned sounded worse than the last he had used against her, and she was to tired to run anyhow. Her whole body felt like a lead brick. Standing she looked towards the castle, he had walked towards the backside of it, two enormous doors were flung open by what appeared to Minotaur’s.
Her mind a buzz in questions about the origins of those creatures, she had a fondness for Greek mythology and it spoke about beasts similar to them. She shook her head, shaking her curious brain; his voice rang out again to tell her to hurry. She rolled her eyes this time, not caring if he saw or not form this distance. [I]Fuck you, I’m coming.[/I] She had an idea now that he was either reading her mind now or she was just to open with her expressions. A bath did sound good though, and some clean clothes wouldn't be bad either. Breaking into a job she caught up with him, she looked at the two doors, now that she as closer she noted the diamonds and rubies embedded into the tall black marble doors and sighed, this was it, she was sure she’d never leave this place now. “I think I’d like a bath first.” Her stomach wasn't really in the best shape right now.