At the whisper of his name, his piercing dark eyes narrowed to sharp burning slits in the blackness to rest upon her crumpled body, “that’s Lord De’Veragine to you,” he said curtly, his low gliding baritone a husky growl. He watched as his blood acted as a restorative, mending some of the damage exposure had caused, and scowled forbiddingly as her muddied hand sullied his perfectly polished boot, the dark fine leather he flayed and fashioned himself from an overly intrusive garou. Severinus watched as she slowly attempted to rise, his fathomless black gaze following her every movement intently with his vampire eyes that took in the minutest detail from the state and stains of her gown to the fatigue and damage to her flesh. Of course she had no idea of his true nature, none of them did save his personal attendants, his herd of ghouls, unnaturally beautiful women all, each a perfect sculpture reshaped by his own hands to look like a work of art. When she began to speak, his brows creased darkly, his pale angular features stark and savage in the fleeting moonlight behind the shadows of his long straight mass of sable hair waving in the unfelt breeze made him look like the devil himself in his ire. “She…forced you…” he murmured, his deep tone soft, yet carrying an undertone of steel as he loomed over her in the darkness while she disrobed, taking in each bruise and mar left upon her young lithe frame, “none of my girls were to be...forced,” he continued in the same low ominous tone. He could still smell the faint bleeding inside her and it made the hunger inside him more apparent as he took in the sight of her, damp, nude, harried and bedraggled, looking for all the world like Dore’s Andromeda had that beauty gone to waste with lack of proper nourishment. He reached one large cool pale clawed hand out and cupped her face gently but firmly, lifting it slightly, “you will do precisely as I say…that, is what you will do,” he murmured, his low gliding baritone compelling, his deep resonant tone seeming to reach into the core of her being and tug on primordial desires and urges undiscovered within her, yet just as soon as the sensation was felt, it dissipated to leave her wanting more. Her mortal perseverance was to be admired if nothing else and the grievance done to her was unforgivable in his eyes, rape something he abhorred more than anything else, his name and honor had been insulted and tarnished by the matron who had given the order and he would have none of it. Retribution and recrimination was indeed in order and it would begin promptly…starting with her. Severinus didn’t need to see the ragged hole left in her tender once virginal flesh, now hidden behind her hands to know it was there, he smelled it and could even smell the faint taint the man had left upon her flesh beneath the dirt and stale water. “Sit upon the well, lean against the post and spread yourself wide for me,” he murmured, his low sonorous baritone soft though carrying an undertone of command as he waited for her to comply.