Luneshale Pass Benim.

Demands were made, and Arslan could only comply. The lowlands had truly proven him to be a masochist. Lightly he found himself panting, allowing the silence to last and the tension to grow.

I have been yours, Benim. He spoke, and his voice felt thick like honey. The words were sweet on his tongue. If you wished to take me away now, I would have no choice but to comply.

He spoke the truth, for if Benim lured him into a pit of snakes he feared the he would be far too hypnotized by his sweet words to notice.

Though maybe the pit of snakes was what he was now being pulled from.