Steamy Diaries
The events of the failed mission came rushing back to her – the ambush, the capture, the humiliation of defeat.
"Ah, you're awake," a deep, menacing voice echoed through the chamber. Akali's head snapped up to see a tall, muscular man emerge from the shadows. He was clad in black leather armor, his chiseled features twisted into a cruel smile. "I am Lord Drakkar, and you, little ninja, are my newest prize."
Akali glared at him defiantly, her black ponytail swaying with the movement. "I am no one's prize, dog. Release me at once, or face the wrath of my clan."