~Carmen~ I want to go. Oh, how I want to go. I can feel a tug, a pulling, as if there’s a string inside me, urging me to get up, to move. But I can’t. Not yet. Gritting my teeth against the compulsion, I grind out, “No.” “Carmen,” Zegulf growls, his anger licking at my skin again. “Come to the door right now.” The pain of resisting, of refusing him, when he’s this close, just within my reach, brings tears to my eyes. “No,” I groan in misery. Hoping. Praying. Secretly begging, he gives me what I want. “Not until you promise me you won’t kill him.” “Fine,” Zegulf snarls. “If you come to the door, if you come to me, I won’t kill him.”The relief I feel is so powerful it’s almost like having an orgasm. But he didn’t promise. He has to promise. “Promise?” I ask, shakily getting to my feet.
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