Hiram had turned the cave into his home. It was telling of what a man like him needed. There were furs in one place for him to sleep on, much like the Coheedsmen did, and there were some weapons lined up close by with a few other odd pieces among them. No food. No water. Just lots of blood, lots of black sand, and then Hiram himself.

He paced the cave, checking to see if any of his belongings had been touched.

The sand was actually deep, and if she didn't scramble she would find herself sinking. It would likely come up to her chest before her footing found something more solid.

Hiram, having surveyed his stuff, reached for something before turning towards the witch to observe her pathetic display.

If Rosamere had held on to her crossbow even while drowning in the blood prior to teleporting then it surely came through with her. If it wasn't still in her hand then it likely dropped in the blood pool or else into the black sand.

Hiram approached her. As he drew nearer, she would see that the object in his hands was a brass collar.

"Yes, you should be scared." Hiram murmured, smiling and nodding his head as he drew nearer and nearer. "But then again, you're from Nevermere, so you don't know what this is, do you?" He stopped directly in front of her and held it close for her to see.

"It's a collar. So hold still." He'd move in to put it on.

Hiram pressed half the collar to her throat before swinging around the other half to clamp shut. The blood then fell away from her mouth. She would find that if she tried to chant no magic would stir. She would be cut off, incapable.

"There. That's better." The Eldouirs had been in charge of removing collars from gifteds in Lorendale, once upon a time. They had had many in their storage, though most were buried in the ruins of their estate. Of course, they had just enough to control their own should they need to, and two keys to remove them. Those keys weren't anywhere close, so Rosamere was stuck with her new neck decoration.

"You," he pointed a finger in her face, "are mine now. And you're going to do everything I say." His hand would aggressively seek to grab her cheeks, a grip hard enough that it would surely leave bruises where his fingers dug in, "Got it?"

Hiram let her go, though roughly, and his eyes flickered over her person for a silent moment before he growled,

“Strip naked.” He moved to a place along the edge of the wall where there was evidence of a fire pit. He crouched over it and got started on making one.