03 Exhibit A

“There. See what I mean?” Chastine was massaging her wrist as they were freed from the heavy chains.

“Now, the second lock: on the door.”

“Are you kidding me?” Chastine’s eyes was wide with unbelief, ”I need a thicker needle for this. I know you have the key.”

Juste answered quick, “wrong.”

“What?”

“Key room’s heavily guarded.”

Chastine was disappointed, folding her arms in the process. “So much for your plan of escape.”

“If you could break through here, you pass the final test.”

“…do you have a thin knife?” She decided to give it a go. After all, it was the option to break out of her prison.

Juste reached from his side pocket and handed over his knife pen. “Here, will this do?”

Both her brows raised up and she smiled, out of a happy surprise. “Perfect.”

Chastine successfully opened the gate to her cell. She swung open the prison door and waited for Juste to come in.

But Juste, on the other hand, grabbed her right arm right away. He hurriedly pulled her out of her cell.

“What? Wait, where are we going? I thought we’re going to have s*x?”

“Yes, we’re going to f*ck,” Juste dragged Chastine towards the exit, “but not in here. Upstairs, outside, in the tribute room, for father to witness.”

“WHAT?! I BEG YOUR PARDON?” What the hell?! Curses were swirling inside Chastine’s mind.

Justine slightly glanced at his back for Chastine as they hurryingly stride their way to the tribute room. “We need to have concrete evidence of your uselessness. We need to show them that we’re f*cking.”

Chastine’s expression was a mix of disgust and nervousness. Never in her life would she imagine that her first time would be with a fellhound and for many to see.

But this was a dire moment to be in. She needed to go beyond her principles to survive.

Juste reassured Chastine of the act that they will do. “Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.” He added, squeezing her hand in the process, “I’ll be gentle.”

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“Are we there yet?” she began to inquire in whisper as she and his redeemer had being walking at a good distance. The trail was dark and narrow, with only a few torches mounted along the cramped corridor. It seemed to be a secret passageway to where they were headed.

Juste stopped to his tracks. “Are you tired already?”

“Obviously. We’ve been walking for like half an hour.”

Without warning, Juste maneuvered to carry Chastine in his arms.

“HEY, WAIT—”

Juste reminded her of their supposed quiet escape. “Shhh, the guards might hear us. What’s the matter?” he whispered to Chastine.

Juste’s voice tingled inside her ears as his lips almost touched her ears from being carried by Juste. Her cheeks turned red and her heart skipped a beat as she found his voice to be seductive and deep.

“Uhm, nothing.” Chastine dismissed the idea of having outright feelings for Juste.

Meanwhile, Juste didn’t notice her expression as he was focused in getting out of the trail as soon as possible. “Hold on to my jacket, I’ll ran fast.”

Chastine fastened her grip onto Juste’s chest area and closed her eyes in the process. Juste held her tightly, then began to ran at a growing speed towards the tribute room.

They quietly but hurriedly reached the entrance of the tribute room. Juste carefully laid down Chastine’s feet on the floor.

“We’re here. Are you alright?”

“…yes.” She was still blushing and couldn’t look at Juste straight in the eye.

The tribute room was like a chapel, made of cobblestones with openings from three sides. It was located in the outskirts of the clan’s vast yard. Without any valuable things inside, Juste father found it useless to station any guards in there, so it was perfect for Juste to commit their act that was hideous to his clan.

Juste bolted all passages to the place of conducting rituals. Then he started to light some candles situated on both sides of the altar to garner some attention.

Afterwards, he reached for Chastine’s hand and squeezed it slightly. “Ready, Chastine?”

There was a moment of silence. But before she could even utter a word, Juste pulled her towards him and held her cheeks. Juste then started to kiss Chastine.

Chastine couldn’t help but feel the warm lips of Juste. It was also her first time to taste someone on the lips, and to her surprise Juste’s lips were pleasant to taste.

Juste was setting up Chastine’s mood so her tensed body would calm down. He tried to make love to Chastine as passionately as possible, so her first s*x wouldn’t be as painful as they would seem to be.

He broke their kiss to say something to her, “was that good?”

Chastine nodded. Justin caught a whiff of the aroma of her pheromones. He smiled at the fact that she’s turned on.

“Don’t doubt me, Chastine. Relax. I’ll make this as pleasant as possible for you.” Juste started to kiss her forehead, then her nose bridge. He then bit her upper lip with his.

If kissing feels quite good like this, no wonder everyone wants to have it. Chastine thought to herself.

Chastine was starting to feel the rhythm of their lust-driven dance. By instinct, her arms started to lock themselves around his neck, while Juste moved around his hands along her warm body.

Juste then broke their kiss again, but this time he started to hoist Chastine up to carry her towards the tribute stone, an altar table of sorts.

He laid her face up onto the flat surface, then pulled her dress up to her waist. Seeing her nether regions wet and throbbing. His lengthy shaft started to get a hard on.

Juste then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He let out the glorious beast inside him. He spread her legs and hooked them around his torso.

He glanced at Chastine again. While they look into each other’s eyes, each filled with lust, Juste towered over Chastine and laid over her to kiss her on the neck.

Chastine’s body began to burn with lust. She couldn’t help but moan at the intensity of their love making. Juste then prepares her opening. He caressed her intimate part down there with his delicate fingers.

Chastine moaned louder. He was even more turned on by Chastine’s sultry voice.

He started prodding Chastine’s opening with his shaft. Slowly he penetrated her as he breathed deeply with Chastine hearing it. Chastine was blown away by what Juste was doing to her. It felt so good it crossed her mind that they should do it again if situation permits.

“Juste..”

Juste breathed and thrusted heavily as he tries to break her maidenhood.

*splat* A trinkle of blood oozed out of Chastine’s opening.

She had been deflowered by Juste. It was painful, but as Juste said, it was just at the start.

She began to feel a more intense euphoria when Juste’s manhood began to go in and out of her nether region.

But Chastine was surprised at what she heard next. There were clinks and clanks at the gated openings of the tribute room. Two guards were closing in on them.

“Juste, hurry.”

Juste moved at a faster pace than before.