Forsaken & Claimed

Rebel is what Her Highness calls me.
If my group knew what I've been up to, they would call me a traitor.
If you asked me, I would say, Anarchist.
I must ensure my plan continues without any more problems. It's too late to have a change of heart now.
Well, that's until I met them.
Mysterious and free-spirited with an attraction as great as the moon and sun. They make me remember a simpler time when all I cared for was living life.
For some reason, I can't shake the feeling of dread and doom.

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"What's your name, temptress, " a deep voice said.
The air becomes heavy and thick with a spicy scent and a hint of lime. An accent I didn't expect to hear for a while.
"Rose," I said without turning around.
"Where are your masters," he said in my ear.
I turned to see a pair of deep blue, glowing eyes that threaten to swallow me whole. His coarse hair was pulled into a small top knot.
"A warrior does not answer to those who do not prove their strength greater than their own," I counter quoting something from their scripture.
"Well, bold little warrior," he takes my cigarette and takes a long pull.
"I think my strength will split you in two," he continued, extending the cigarette back with the filter inches from my lips. I reached to take it, but he pulled it back.
"With your mouth," he said.
My thighs slowly press back together tight. My lower lip begins to sting from the biting pressure. My tongue moistens my lips; the instruments slowly fade into the background of my heart's pounding. My hair falls forward as I lean closer to him, my lips spread and wrap slowly around the tip. I gazed up at his eyes as he released it; a light rumble escaped.