Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
I think perhaps we knew that on some level, Thor and I. But we did our best in case there was some slim chance of what we might call escape.
“You love us both,” Drako says. “But you’re not the same person with each of us.”
“That’s not true. You just bring out the stabby in me,” I say.
Drako reaches down and cups me between my legs, squeezing my pussy in a brutish kind of way that satisfies some need of mine immediately and makes me both relax against the bed and moan. I am far too easily sexually controlled, and we both know it.
He speaks, the devil that he is, and he makes me that kind of offer.
“I am willing to let him live, if you promise to be good for me.”
“But you don’t want me to be good for you…”
“And there, little one, is the problem,” Drako agrees.
He massages my pussy while thinking.
“Let me make another arrangement,” he says. “You accept the punishments you are due, and I allow Thor to live.”
He knows he can say and do whatever he wants right now. I want Thor to live more than I want anything. More than I want to go home again, and I want that badly too.
“Deal,” I say, because it is the only thing I can say. I have to accept whatever terms he offers me, and this is likely the fairest I am going to get.
“Then come with me, and take your punishment, and know that it is essential for us both to play our roles in this thing.” He slides his hand away from my sex and offers me it instead to take as he helps me rise. Very gentlemanly, given he only has one properly functioning arm thanks to my earlier stabbing.
I don’t know why Drako seems slightly reluctant to punish me. He loves any excuse to be sadistic. It’s quite literally his whole thing.
“What’s wrong? Did you miss me?”
Drako turns to me, his eyes bright under dark brows. “In your absence, I discovered that I had come to love you, and that I would have torn this planet apart atom by atom if it were necessary, to find you.”
“Oh,” I say.
“You do not need to tell me you love me,” he says. “Save it, if it is true. After all, I am about to do a series of terrible and entirely unseemly things to you.” He flashes that dark, rakish grin, and I feel myself melt.
CHAPTER 13
Drako leads me from the room, through the halls of the ship. The Vikar vessel is much like I imagined it to be. The fittings are sparse, and there are few points of finery anywhere. The floors that we are walking on at this moment are a kind of mesh, and if I look down, I can see to the floor below, and the one beneath that. It makes for a dizzying kind of optical illusion.
We pass a few crew, all of whom are wearing black uniforms with red insignia. They greet Drako with great deference, and avert their gazes from me entirely.
The room I find myself in is not a room at all. It is a balcony that looks out over a grand space that must take up a good three stories in the belly of this ship. There are people down at the very bottom, and others on similar railed edges on the other floors. I imagine that this was set up stadium style so that they could all watch something happen on the lowest floor. A sport, maybe.
I am facing a good three thousand Vikar. I do not have eyes for any of them. I do have eyes for Thor, who is brought out next to us in chains. He has been stripped to his underwear, and he shows signs of bruises and abrasions consistent with either fighting or having taken a beating.
“This is where we sacrifice our prisoners,” Drako declares to a throaty roar of applause from the ship’s crew.
“But today, we will not be impaling this pretty little prisoner on anything other than my dick,” he declares.
The answering cheer is slightly muted, and I realize that many of these people came here to watch us die. It’s not often I decide I hate three thousand guys at once, but I definitely feel a combination of fury and fear that makes my pulse quicken.
Drones fly around me and Thor and Drako, projecting our images onto large screens so everyone can see what is happening as if they were up close and personal. I realize that I am about to be put on public display in a manner I never imagined before.
“We attempted to establish a colony!” Drako continues. “But the Frayer ship made an appearance and was removed from play. Almost all perished, save these two.”