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I remember how quickly it all went so wrong after that. How betrayed I felt by him, even though he never owed me anything. I was his slave, and nothing more. Even if I sometimes wanted it to be more.
An hour goes by before either of us talks again.
“When was the last time you ate?” he asks.
“I don’t remember.”
“That long?”
“I guess so. A lot has happened. Maybe at the bar?”
“We’ll find something before nightfall.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. I still have no idea if either of us is going to make it out of this alive. This is much more complicated than you know.”
“I’m sorry,” I manage to say before the tears start.
I realize that I may have actually sentenced us both to death. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
We continue walking until it’s dark, and Selliss doesn’t say another word for hours.
The silence is deafening.
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SELLISS
It takes hours before I feel comfortable stopping. I'm furious – at myself, at her.
I have no idea how we're both going to survive this.
They'll pass her around until she dies from it, and they'll behead me like the traitor I am. The latter I can live with.
I look down at the mane of red curls and feel a surge of guilt. We're in this predicament because of me. If I had stuck to the plan...
If I had stuck to the plan, she'd be a goner anyway. A whore to be used and discarded by some other naga far less… appreciative than me.
I find some berries, and we feast on those. I can't risk building a fire to feed her meat, so she'll have to make do with the fruit.
She doesn't complain, probably because she knows I'm furious at her.
Every now and then I see her glance in my direction, but I avoid her gaze. If she had just stayed where I left her, we might have had a chance. Now what am I going to do?
When the last berry is consumed, I decide fucking her is the only thing to do. I'll take my anger and frustration out on her body.
She is mine, after all.
I grab her hair and yank her to her feet. My lips crash down on hers. She yelps and claws at my hand, trying to loosen the hold. It only makes me tighten my grip.
"Please, you're hurting me."
I ignore her and pull her closer. Eventually, she gives up and molds her mouth against mine.
I reach for the knot holding her dress in place and untie it. It falls from her body in a heap.
My hands roam across her chest, squeezing her breasts. I pinch her nipples, and she gasps. I pull her nipples between my finger and thumb, twisting them until she cries out.
