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A shiver overcomes me, and he seems to think it’s one of fear, because his hands slide up my bare arms as if to warm me, tracing the hem of my sleeves. “Beautiful,” he admits under his breath, his gaze never reaching my eyes. “Too beautiful for a place like this.”
I flush and glance away.
They’re just threats, I assure myself. He’s only trying to scare me. But even as I think this, I can’t be certain. His gaze is famished.
“You would make a fine addition to my cage in the city.”
I dare to catch my ragged collar as he tries to draw it down. “No-”
“No?” he asks in a mocking tone, his touch tracing over my clavicle and up the side of my neck. There’s no magic in his touch, and I’m glad for it. I’ve felt dark elf magic before and the memory of it still wakes me from a dead sleep, covered in sweat.
Gidresu drops his mouth to the cleft of my shoulder, his lips hovering so that I feel his hot breath wash over me. “You don’t tell me ‘no’, human.” With that, his mouth descends on me, and I feel a slimy, cold pair of teeth clamp into my flesh. I jerk involuntarily, but wouldn’t dream of trying to tear away.
A satisfied rumble begins in his chest as he explores up with that wicked tongue of his. He teases my earlobe, forcing me to bend to his insistence.
“You use your authority,” I murmur, “to torment us.”
His exploration pauses, and he withdraws to meet my eye. A hand snakes up into my blonde hair and finds its grip. “You don’t know what the word means.”
I swallow hard, the act made uncomfortable by the way he’s forced me to bend.
“I am happy to educate you, though.” His gaze goes soft even as he urges my hips to lock with his. I’m glad that we’re both still dressed, or he might have entered me, and I don’t think I could bear such an insult. “But if you insist on being disobedient, I can always offer you up to the orcs of Pref. Do you know what they do to beautiful human women there?”
I barely manage to shake my head.
“I’ve heard tales,” he murmurs for the effect of chilling my blood, “that they’ll skewer them alive and roast them over an open fire, still squirming on the spit.”
My heart finally drops, and I close my eyes.
I don’t want him to see the true fear that sparks in them. “What do you want from me?”
“No need to rush,” he says, pushing my hair back as if to better see my face. “I want to enjoy your surrender. And if you are a good little human, I can promise that you will live to see another day–” He hesitates, though I know he means to say more. And then it comes. “--to serve my every whim.”
There it is.
He wants me to be his slave. I can imagine how he’d chain me to his bed and keep me there until my limbs grew frail and I couldn’t escape if I tried. I think about the family I’ve gained here in the work camps, despite everything, and mourn internally for their fates. For Matt and Beth and Laura, who will never know what happened to me today.
Gidresu, you bastard, I think, pressing against his chest with a little more resistance. “My home is here.”
“Your home is where I tell you it is,” he murmurs in my ear. “I own you.”
I grimace as he tries to steal a kiss from me. I hate how his lips connect, and how his tongue pushes between my teeth with ferocious intent. He doesn’t care that I fight him, and it seems to only excite him more. His groping becomes hard, fingers biting into my hips, making me surge involuntarily against him.
That low rumble is back.
But this time, it’s above us.
Gidresu is resistant to pulling away again, but when he does, he glances to the canvas ceiling. I follow his gaze, though there’s nothing to see, as another low rumble shakes the air. “They didn’t say a storm was coming,” he murmurs, seeming annoyed that we are being interrupted by the weather.
I try to gently lever off of him but he grabs my wrist and yanks me flush against him. “You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, flashing those sharp canines of his. “And if you think–”
Guards rush in, and he dons an indignant expression. All at once, he releases me, so that I fall on my ass at his feet.
“What is the meaning of this?” he demands, half rising from his seat. “I had explicitly ordered you to give us privacy.”
I barely manage to rise to a sitting position as two guards with wild eyes signal to the door. “I’m sorry, sir, but there is something coming in from the south sea.”
“Then, deal with it.”
