EMBER "Come here." Azai's command sent a shiver racing down my spine despite the suffocating heat of the chamber. My fingers tightened around the bowl of steaming water as I rose, every lash on my back pulling viciously. It was painful how my body still responded to that low, authoritative voice. I only wanted to help him. Even after the whipping, the forced orgasm on his fingers last night, and the humiliation that still simmered inside me, some pathetic, broken part of me ached to ease the unnatural cold eating him up from the inside. Maybe if I could warm him, even a little, the monster would soften. Maybe the pain would stop. But deeper, much deeper, I hated him. Liora's eyes narrowed into slits of pure venom as I took a step closer. "Azai—" "Dismissed," he cut her off coldly, not even glancing her way. She looked like she wanted to argue, her lips pressing into a thin, furious line. With one last hateful glare at me, she stormed out, the heavy door slammi
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