Sara and the Conqueror
Besides the word she said, she didn't say anything again but I got the feeling that she was communicating with him.
I gave her a satisfied smile, and waited to see how this would play out. But to everyone’s shock, Sara reached for the collar of her dress. With shaking hands, she pulled the tattered fabric over her head, exposing her scarred, thin body to the cold air of the hall. She stood there, trembling and exposed, her dignity laid bare. She was not wearing a bra, only a red pant that looked dirty. I scanned her body and I loved the fact that she was curvy, had a tight body and her breasts were still firm. For a spilt second, lust and yearning washed through me, but I dispelled it when I