“What would it take to make you stop?” I blurted. Finding myself begging as he entered me another inch. The burn became excruciating.
“Turn yourself over to me.”
As a slave?
What does he mean?
Nothing about that sounded good.
“Meaning?” My eyes were squinted closed, and I was blowing slow breaths. Trying to concentrate on his words even as I fought against the overwhelming pain.
It was an entirely different sensation than any before, and so far, I didn’t find it even slightly pleasurable.
“Offer yourself to me in her place.”
As one of the hanging girls. Those pitiful wretches who’ve surrendered all hope. I couldn’t do that. That’s worse than death.
“To be one of your toys forever?” I glared at him.
Not doing that!
“You’d be the only one.” He spoke. As if that would reass
