VALENTINA
[UNKNOWN]
Bloody saliva soaked into Jhamal’s shirt, his mouth battered while his elongated canine still intact.
“For hecks sake princess…” He cursed as lifted myself again, my foot swinging but for mouth but catching him on his temple.
“Sorry… sorry…” I apologized lowly, we both had to keep our voices down if we wanted this plan to work and not draw the attention of the guards I knew were right outside the metal door. And though I was doing a great job at keeping my tone hushed, I had a feeling Jhamal had it worse— having to deal with being assaulted by my feet and not begin to groan out the pain.
“Your friend does a better job at kicking than you…” he said in a murky tone.
“What?”
“Sara yeah? She did fight though, struggling and kicking before the horny sentries would finally take her, satisfying themselves in turns while—”
I had not let him finish his statement, my feet bound off the stone floor, heels slamming into Jhamals mouth. Rage settling within me.
His head hung low
