She came to on a dirty floor, her head pounding, her soaked clothing (and her fear) causing her to shiver. There was a voice talking... Elionwy mind was all fuzzy, and she only heard the last part of what he said. [i]"...redress you myself."[/i] She hugged herself, as if to hold her clothing onto her. "You...you will do no such thing." Elionwy tried to sound indignant, but all her voice sounded was weak. "I am not some common whore you can dress-up as you would a doll!" There, that was a little better. She glared up at the man the best she could. "I don't know who you are, but you will release me at once." She demanded. Once she was free, she would seek justice for the maid he had killed. Slowly, she forced herself to stand. Her head was swimming, and she felt like she might faint. Still, she forced herself to stand tall. "Had you wanted me dead, you would have killed me already. What is your purpose? Who sent you?"

It was taking all her effort to stand tall, though the way she shivered and the way her legs were wobbling showed more about her state then she would have liked. Her face, at least, was emotionless. Or so she hoped. She took a small step towards the man, her hand going to her side, where she carried a small dagger in her purse. It was not much more than a pocket knife, but it was all she had. Elionwy licked her lips. "Again. I command you to release me."