Hearing my sob and realizing that I’ve regained consciousness, my latest captor and claimant is just bursting with triumphant excitement. Yet her big limpid eyes hold a smug touch of gratitude too. She leans close to me and breathes words for only me to hear.
“Thank you for keeping your promise to me, male. I know you could have killed me, instead of letting me to be the one to capture you. And by keeping me in mind you willingly led me to you. Your faithful submission (and my innate talents) have assured my pre-eminence among the people: I am the youngest leader of the hunt ever!
“In return I will now keep my promises to you. I will slice the last bit of your manhood away and bear many strong daughters on your appropriated potency. And I will be the cruelest and most amazingly zealous
