Thalia stared at the rogue bandits, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat.
"Free me," she said urgently, twisting her bound wrists toward Dante. "Let me help. I can fight—"
The bandit leader's laugh cut through her words. He took a step forward, and then another, closing the distance between them. His men shifted with him, forming a tighter circle. He was close enough now that she could smell the stale alcohol on his breath and the sweat staining his clothes.
"What's a beautiful b***h like you going to do?" His eyes traveled slowly down her body and back up again, taking their time. Her stomach turned as she watched him lick his lips. "Nah, you belong under my c**k. Screaming to help me make strong sons."
The bandits erupted in laughter and crude agreement. One of
