Sophia just woke up to find herself and her mother tied up. She is very angry. Sophia struggled to escape from the rope tied around her wrists Sophia: Damn it,quickly untie me and my mother.

Sophia glares at the man and tries to wriggle out of her ropes more fiercely, but she feels helpless and terrified beneath him. "Let us go right now!" She yells as tears well up in her eyes. Her mother Lily whimpers next to her, shaking in fear.

"No... we were just seeking shelter," Lily whispers meekly, glancing between her daughter and the man nervously. "Please, we won't cause any trouble." Her voice trembles as she struggles against the ropes again. Sophia growls, pressing herself harder against the dirt floor as anger and desperation flood through her.

"We promise," Lily says quickly, tears forming in her eyes again. "Just please untie us." She shifts her weight, trying to find a more comfortable position against the rough ropes. Sophia bites down on her lip and glares at the man, unwilling to beg any further but still feeling helpless under his gaze.

Sophia glances at her mother before answering coolly, "I am Lady Sophia." Her expression softens slightly as she thinks of her father's title. Lily looks relieved for a moment, then frowns again when she realizes what this means: their captor knows exactly who they are.

Lady Sophia: Well, I am Lady Sophia. I'm the daughter of Lord John. My mother, Lady Lily, is his wife. We live in a big castle not far from here. Father is very important to our kingdom!

Lady Lily: (whispers) Yes, dear. Our father would never let this happen...

Sophia glares at the peasant man. "We don't want to stay here," she says sharply. "We just need your help getting back to our castle." Lily sniffles, her voice shaking as she speaks. "Our father will take care of us once we get home."

Sophia feels her anger rising again as she listens to the man's words. "Then what do you want?" She hisses, tears streaming down her cheeks. "We don't have any money or jewels! We can't just stay here forever!" Her mother whimpers next to her, shivering from fear and cold.

Lily looks up at the peasant man, her eyes pleading for understanding. "Please," she whispers. "You don't have to keep us here... there must be something we can do in exchange for our freedom."

Lady Sophia glares at the peasant man, her anger flaring up once again. "What do you want from us?" she spits venomously. "We're nobility, not your playthings!" Her voice echoes through the basement, angry tears streaming down her face.

Lady Lily, frightened by her daughter's words and the situation they find themselves in, tries to calm Sophia down. "Please," she whispers, "just try to understand. We can't stay here forever." Trembling from cold and fear, she begs the man for some mercy. "There must be something we can do..."

As soon as the ropes fall away, Lady Sophia angrily wrenches her aching arms free and stands to face the peasant man, hands on hips. Her mother, shivering from cold and fear, hurriedly gathers up their belongings. "I still don't understand why you had to do this," she whispers to Sophia, not daring to meet the man's gaze.

Lady Sophia glares at the peasant, her chest heaving with rage and indignation. "We're nobility," she spits out venomously. "And you treat us like this!" She tries to regain some of her dignity as they stand before him, clutching their meager possessions close to them.

The peasant man's expression softens slightly. "I didn't mean any harm," he says quietly. "It's just... war is

Lady Sophia's expression hardens as she hears the man speak of their "enemy." She squares her shoulders and looks him in the eye, anger still simmering beneath the surface. "Well," she says coldly, "if you can get us out of this basement, we'll find a way to repay you." Her voice is quiet but determined; she won't be beholden to someone like him for long.

Her mother, sensing her daughter's anger and knowing they must try to appease their captor if they ever hope to escape this situation, speaks up meekly. "Yes," Lily says, "we are grateful for your help." She glances around the basement nervously, fearful of staying here any longer than necessary.

The peasant man hesitates, unsure how to react to their defiant attitudes. Finally, he clears his thro

Lady Sophia glares at the man, but slowly follows him up the stairs. Her mother trails after her, casting nervous glances around the house as they go. Once they reach what seems to be a spare bedroom, Lady Sophia plops down on the unmade bed with an exasperated sigh. "This is all so absurd," she mutters under her breath.

Lily fidgets near the doorway, not wanting to seem too comfortable in their captor's home. "We really should find a way to get back to our father as soon as possible," she whispers worriedly to Lady Sophia. "He must be frantic with worry."

Lady Sophia paces across the room, her hands on her hips as she thinks furiously. "Then we'll have to wait until it is," she replies sharply before turning to her mother. "Mother, why don't you rest?" she suggests gently, noticing how tired Lily looks.

Lady Lily nods gratefully, sinking down onto the bed beside Sophia and quickly falling asleep from exhaustion. After watching his captives for a moment, the peasant man turns away, heading back to another part of the house, leaving Lady Sophia alone with her thoughts.

Her anger towards him slowly begins to fade, replaced by a growing sense of hopelessness as she realizes that they are truly at his mercy. "What am I supposed to do now?" she whispers to herself, too quiet for anyone else in the house to hear.

Lady Sophia rubs her eyes as she sits up on the bed, still half-asleep. She glances over at Lady Lily before turning to face their captor with a weary expression. "Thank you," she mumbles, accepting the plate of food from him. Lily stirs in her sleep, then wakes slowly, yawning and stretching lazily.

She blinks up at the peasant man as he offers her some food as well. "Oh, good morning," she says groggily, taking a bite and immediately finding it delicious. As they eat, their conversation remains cautious and limited to polite inquiries about the weather and other mundane topics.

Lady Sophia pales at the news, dropping her fork with a clatter. "What? But... how?" she stammers, horrified. Lady Lily lets out a shriek and grabs onto her daughter for comfort, tears streaming down her face. The peasant man merely nods gravely in response to their distress, offering no further words of reassurance.

As the weight of this news settles heavily upon them, they both begin to realize that there is nowhere else for them to go except for stay here with their captor until the war ends - if it ever does.

"Oh God..." Lady Sophia whispers, shaking her head in disbelief. "We have to find a way to get back to our father... he has to know what's happening!" she insists, her eyes wide with fear. But even as she speaks, she realizes that their captor holds all the power in this situation.

Lady Lily squeezes her daughter's hand tightly, tears streaming down her face. "What... what are we going to do?" she asks softly, already knowing there is no easy answer. She looks up at the peasant man, desperation etched into every line of her features.

"V-very well," Lady Sophia murmurs, looking up at the man with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What do you wish to ask us?" she says slowly, her voice still shaking slightly from fear and uncertainty.

Lady Lily sits silently beside her daughter, clutching tightly to the blanket wrapped around herself as she watches their captor intently. She can feel a strange sense of anticipation building within her chest; what could he possibly want from them?

Lady Sophia's eyes go wide with shock at the unexpected question, her cheeks flushing bright red as she stammers out an answer. "Wh-what? B-both of us?" She glances nervously over at Lady Lily, who looks equally taken aback but manages to respond nonetheless.

"Um... well, I suppose that's hardly any of your business," Lady Lily says sharply, trying to regain some lost dignity. "But if you must know, I am a woman and have the appropriate... proportions." Her voice trails off uncomfortably at the end thereof.

Lady Sophia still seems confused but remains silent, letting her mother handle the situation as she watches their captor's expression carefully. He doesn't seem angry or threatening, simply curious... yet something about this exchange feels unnerving all the same.

Lady Sophia takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she answers hesitantly. "My breasts are... rather ample, I suppose. As for my behind, it's not unpleasant-looking." She glances at Lady Lily before continuing, "I don't see why that matters anyway."

Lady Lily shakes her head slowly, still looking puzzled. "We're nobility," she says quietly, "not some common wenches you can ogle and... use for your pleasure. I thought we were safe with you." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying the fear lurking beneath her anger.

My breasts are around a cup size D, I suppose, and my behind is... well-rounded. Is there some reason you're asking? Lady Sophia looks confused and concerned by the man's question. Her mother, still feeling uncomfortable, says nothing but watches them both carefully.