Once His Bully. Now His Whore
Enjoying the hunt.
I stumbled faster, breathing raggedly, my vision swimming.
“Vera, honey,” Vido called, oily and coaxing. “Very soon the heat waves will come. Jolan told me how violent yours can be. You need to be lying down for it, love.” A hand settled on my shoulder.
I flinched violently away. The place he touched burned. Bad touch. Wrong. Unsafe. Painful.
“Why are you making such a fuss about it?” The voice laughed low. “Just let us have fun. Not as if you will remember much come morning, and your body will repair nicely—back to the way it used to be, like it was never roughly used.”
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