"I will never be completely yours... never."
Alex has just woken up in the cell that had held her prisoner for weeks; finally she breaks free from her prison, expecting armed resistance to take her back to the dungeons, but instead she comes face to...
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Warning: sexual contents ahead.
"Take her to my tent." These were the first words I heard when I woke up, but I was too confused by the change of scene to understand what had happened to me. I touched my bare skin, from the waist up to the chest area and I encountered bandages covering me and a blanket that protected me from the cold.
"Are you awake?"
I lifted my torso and turned my head: Zeyana was on the other side of the tent, stretched out between her comfortable and luxurious pillows. She was looking at me with a mysterious smile.
"What happened?"
"You fell asleep and shamelessly used me as your personal pillow, then I had you brought here and I called someone to treat your wounds" she explained to me with unexpected calmness.
"Why am I in your tent?" I put a hand to my chest feeling the soft bandages that also embraced my bust and I remembered the cuts, scratches and bruises that was covered at that moment. The magic couldn't make my body indestructible and I remained a frail woman under the weight of the whip and the beating.
"I couldn't leave you close to the soldiers. They wouldn't have kept their hands to themselves."
"You have little faith in your soldiers, are they all dogs in heat?"
"No, but they've never seen such a charming woman."
I turned around: I hoped to hide my surprise at the words she had said, which had made me blush. Coming from her, it was more than a compliment, but I wondered if she believed she could win my trust with some appreciation.
"What do you want?"
"Come with me, to Atenarte."
"Are you giving me the right to choose? I don't believe it. You'd kill me rather than set me free" I commented contemptuously but she laughed and got up to walk towards me. Her step reminded me of a predator just before jumping on her prey; the idea provoked mixed feelings in me.
"Kill you? I'm offering you the life and luxury of court, the chance to get stronger and take revenge on whoever you want... was it Father Donovan, right? He will be yours if you wish so. Come to Atenarte with me and be my witch."
She was in front of me: her slow, soft footsteps had led her to me, then she knelt beside me and stared into my eyes with such determination that it made me tremble. She had won me before she even started talking and I couldn't deny that she got me intrigued.
I, however, wouldn't have been fooled easily.
"Who says I need you to have all of this? I could find someone else... you said it yourself, I'm powerful" I smiled: "many would wish, even die to have me by their side."
"Is that what you truly believe?"
"Yes" I kept eye contact but backed away with my torso as the princess came even closer.
