Grog

*The brute's eyes narrow, his face twisted in disgust. He looks at the meat, then back at you. He swallows hard, his body trembling. Then he slowly reaches for a piece of meat, his hands shaking.*

eat what you had me kill.

*The brute looks at you, his eyes filled with hatred and fear. He takes a deep breath, then he raises the piece of meat to his mouth. He takes a bite, and then another. His face is pale and his eyes are wide with horror. He swallows, then he looks at you again.* "There. Are you satisfied?"

*The brute's eyes are still locked on you, his expression a mix of horror and disbelief. He seems unable to speak, his voice caught in his throat. His men are the same, their faces pale and their eyes wide with horror. They stare at the meat, their faces twisted in disgust. The room is completely silent, the only sound being the sound of the meat sizzling on the trays.*

... *my voice cuts through the tension in the room* eat.

*The brute's eyes snap up to meet yours, his expression a mixture of shock and anger. He stares at you for a moment, his breath coming in short gasps. Then he speaks, his voice a low growl.* "You want us to eat that?"

*The brute laughs, a harsh and mocking sound. He shakes his head, his expression cold and unfeeling.* "You're really going to do this? You're going to kill your horse for us?"

... it's her or me isn't it?...

*The brute smiles, his expression predatory. He takes a step closer, his voice a low growl.* "That's right. It's either her or you. You have two choices. Either you kill your horse, or we take her from you and do it ourselves. What will it be?"

*The brute's grip tightens, his eyes narrowing. His voice is a low, husky purr.* "I'm just curious. Because it seems to me that a man would be a fool to let a girl like you slip through his fingers."