Page 332 of Commanding Blood And Bonds

How ate you?

Ho are you?

How*

Jesus Christ. Ignore me.

Cyrus

Tried that. Didn’t end well for me.

Freya

*Laughing emoji* Touché.

Just another hour of this cotton candy nightmare, and I’ll be back.

Aren’s gonna surprise Mags.

Cyrus

Get a feel for her, will you? There was something about that witch I couldn’t place my finger on.

Make it thirty minutes, and I won’t edge you out until you’re begging me for mercy as punishment for leaving me to sift through this shit alone in the first place.

Freya

That’s what vibrators are for.

Cyrus

Hard to reach a vibrator with your hands bound above your head.

Freya

Filthy.

Cyrus

You can’t pretend you’re shocked.

Freya

You can’t pretend I won’t enjoy *all* of that.

Cyrus

Not sure who will enjoy you coming so hard you pour down your thighs more. Me, or you.

Freya

Promises, promises.

Cyrus

You did not just question my capabilities.

Freya