Keen hearing picks up the sound of bare feet against stonework. Had he not, his cultists would have been all too eager to drag the human down these steps after him. He's not yet sure if he can feel disappointment or vicious victory at Gortash finally doing as he's told without needing force. The Dark Urge is more than aware of how intelligent the man is, that he likely is of a mind more towards self-preservation than self-destruction in the face of this new life.
That he's already falling in line bodes well, even if it means having to find reasons to punish him outside of non-compliance just for the thrill of it.
The chamber entrance itself is flanked by another couple of cultists who, when Gortash walks past, will step in front of the open stone frame as though providing a visual cue to how caged the man is now. Of course, should he prove too slippery, there are plenty of cages available to keep him in.
It isn't until he's by his lavish, large bed that he turns, cold eyes fixing on the human, uninviting and hungry. There isn't any welcoming warmth there, the only heat that eventually seeps through is his desire to pleasure himself using Enver's body. That he remains alive is an amusement all on its own.
"Closer," he beckons, and his voice is a trap, one that's entirely obvious but there is no turning aside. This is Enver's final destination, whether he wants it to be or not.
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That he's already falling in line bodes well, even if it means having to find reasons to punish him outside of non-compliance just for the thrill of it.
The chamber entrance itself is flanked by another couple of cultists who, when Gortash walks past, will step in front of the open stone frame as though providing a visual cue to how caged the man is now. Of course, should he prove too slippery, there are plenty of cages available to keep him in.
It isn't until he's by his lavish, large bed that he turns, cold eyes fixing on the human, uninviting and hungry. There isn't any welcoming warmth there, the only heat that eventually seeps through is his desire to pleasure himself using Enver's body. That he remains alive is an amusement all on its own.
"Closer," he beckons, and his voice is a trap, one that's entirely obvious but there is no turning aside. This is Enver's final destination, whether he wants it to be or not.