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Dryas
Pacing in my room, I let out a furious sound. Wild animals make just that noise when they are cornered and wounded before they try to fight their way out of whatever situation they are in.
Will I try to fight my way out of this?
The question is silly, even just as a thought. Who would I fight? Fragile little Rue? With her soft skin and gently sloping curves, her red hair and her freckles, she would put up no resistance to me.
I bunch my fists. Somehow, I can’t stop hearing her angry voice in my head.
I don’t want you, Dryas.
Worse than that, too.
You may have had me, you may have gotten what you wanted, but I didn’t want it.
She all but accused me of rape. I may be many things, but I don’t need to take anything by force. It’s a point of pride for me, anytime I sleep with
