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“Come!” Ranckor yanks my chains and drags me to my cell, a domed room twenty feet in diameter. Here I will wait to see who they pull out of the pit. I have no tears. My eyes dried up long ago. I shudder, with the chill of the damp and my fear. Once I tried to control it and show strength, but the futility of that had been stamped out of me by my captors and by the heated gaze and whispered promises of Him.
If He’s the one they walk back, I will surely go insane. For weeks his visage riddle my nightmares with fear. After he won the right to touch me, my flesh crawled with trepidation of what it would feel like when he spread my legs and…I couldn’t go there. I wouldn’t go there.
Ranckor locked the end of my chain to the highest ring. I had enough room to kneel, not enough to sit. They did this with purpose. I hated what came next, but in an odd way, I thanked them for it. Once a week, at the end of these unbearable competitions, my captors opened the sluice gates above me. A torrent of icy water spilled down upon me, icy daggers numbing my flesh. The first few times I screamed, but now I stood in silence and rubbed the filth from my flesh and squeezed it out of my hair with brutal efficiency.
They said warriors preferred a clean female for their pleasure. Frankly I didn’t care. For a moment, I felt almost human again.
My cleansing complete, Ranckor left me to dry in the stale currents of cave air. My chain was let out, and now I could reach the middle of the room. Still no light in which to see my surroundings, I knew every inch within the reach of my chain. I’d memorized every rise and dip of the cavern floor, and the rock wall behind me had long since given up its secrets. There were none. So, I knelt and waited.
And now, the glow of light preceded the echo of approaching feet. The clicking of my captors claws upon the stone was unmistakable to my ears. I knew that sound well. The heavy tread of a third pair of feet, a sound I’d come to dread over the past several contests was absent. I leaned against my chains, straining with my body as well as my ears. I heard no sound at all.
Was it possible no victor rose from the pit at all? Had that ever happened?
Torchlight brightened the walls and I blinked against the light, allowing my pupils to adjust. The six limbed shadows of Racknor and Icknor flickered on the walls along with a third, much larger form. Chains clinked with what I now deduced was Your approach.
My heart rate quickened.
I ran backward, slamming into the cavern wall, retreating as far as my prison would allow. They would lock you on the opposite wall, twenty feet away from me.
The prize of sight was yours. Me bared to your eyes.
And soon, I too, would see the one who killed a monster of a man.
Ranckor stepped into the domed cell, pulling on a chain. Your large form rounded the corner, moving silently and with such grace given your size. The power of your golden-gaze sought me out, locked on, and intensified.
Holy, hell, not only was your gaze possessive, it was utterly in-human.
Trembling, I broke eye contact.
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