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My lip starts to tremble.

“Remove your clothing.”

Dread twists with my fear.

I can’t have heard that right.

“Wh-what?”

“Now.”

I shake my head.

The pressure in the room spikes. And it’s hard to breathe.

My ribs are going to crack.

I can’t fucking breathe.

The pressure lessens.

And I do it.

I shove my workout shorts down.

I’m not wearing anything else.

Shame pushes tears into my eyes as I stand before this more impressive male, with my soft dick visible.

“Walk to me.”

I shake my head.

I can’t.

Then I watch as blackness seeps from his eyes. Down his cheeks.

I shake my head again as I reach up and grip the pendant on my necklace. “Please, God, I⁠—”

Volik holds his hand out toward me. “The gods are extinct.”

And then something pulls me forward.

Chapter 69

Volik

He fights it.

Reaches out. Tries to drag his feet.

But he is nothing.

His throat connects with my palm, and I close my fingers around his neck.

He claws at my arm. Tries to free himself.

But he is no match.