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I release my grip on her neck, so that she can breathe, and instead offer my hand.
She grips it reluctantly, still looking down at the ground below her.
Don’t do it.
I make a promise to myself, here and now. If she really won’t cooperate with me, then I’ll find a new pet to play with.
It simply isn’t worth all this trouble.
She opens her mouth, about to speak. Curious what she could possibly have to say in this predicament, I wait, hoping she knows better than to challenge me again.
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ARIE
My heart rushes and throbs. The world below me is vast. His grip on my hands bruises them, and I feel gravity’s pull on my legs, attempting to plunge me down hundreds of feet.
And my reality might be different than his, but I know that my gods wouldn’t save me. I would bleed out on the ground far below if he let go of me.
“What are you doing?”
He stares back at me, a cocky smile on his face.
I wait for an answer.
At first, I get none. His eyes move over my form, from my feet to my eyes. I can see him deliberating on whether or not to simply drop me from his grasp.
“It’s time to learn your place,” he growls.
What’s left of my rational mind in this instance tells me to plead for mercy, but I find myself unable, or unwilling, to.
What is coursing through me right now, beyond the thrill and rush of adrenaline? Why can’t I fight for myself?
I am dangling in the air, subject entirely to his whims.
“I want you to beg,” he tells me. “Maybe then, I’ll be inclined to grant you mercy.”
I close my eyes, swallowing my pride.
But it’s more than that. What is wrong with me that thisturns me on?
“Please don’t drop me. I’ll do whatever you want.”
His grasp on me loosens for a moment, and I feel myself slipping.
Will this really be how I die?
His hand leaves my arm, and I am plunging through the air. I can see the ground approaching quickly, the rush of wind on my drop roaring in my ears.
But moments before I hit the ground, I hear the whipping of wings and see his bright white form approaching me, swooping to catch me.
I am back in his arms, ascending toward the rocky outcropping.
I want to thank him for his mercy, but I am too overtaken to speak. I can feel my legs wobbling despite being unable to stand, my throat searing from all the screaming.
He brings me up toward the outcrop, but before I can find my footing, he pushes me down.
The hard rock scratches into my back. I can feel blood trickling at the points where sharp minerals jab me.
