Amira glared into the eyes of the man in front of her, eyes flashing with hatred. She knew from the moment they laid eyes on each other moments ago that she would lose the fight. He was the embodiment of pure power. His army had quickly crushed hers within minutes of arriving to the field.
"So," she thought to herself,"This is General Riko. He's strong."
As soon as she thought his name, he smiled, eyes flashing. He stood up straight, facing the army behind him.
Amira quickly noticed her own soldiers among the army. There were barely any of them left. Her heart dropped, forcing her to realize that she had no say in what would happen to her soldiers.
Riko's voice carried through the meadow,"Today, we have won against the Diamond Army of Astralis. We won't carry out our final strike until we have just a bit of fun with the remaining members of this army. The real question is-"
He turned to face Amira,"How much can they withstand before they break?"
He turned back around, basking in the cheers of his army.
Amira was drug to her feet by the two men that had assisted Riko in capturing her. They drug her forward, slamming her to her knees in front of Riko's army. She didn't wince, much to her surprise.
Riko turned to her, grinning,"It's time to return the prisoner to her rightful place. Let's go."
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The Taste and Price of Victory
Fantasy!WARNING! MATURE CONTENT AHEAD! "Please, don't do this to me, Dalton." He smirked, standing over her,"Ah, so we're on a first name basis now. Gotcha. Well, Amira, it seems to me that you don't understand something. Begging will get you nowhere. Now...
