I didn’t see any cars moving. “But they’ve been improving the place since we died.”
“There’s definitely a lot less fire and brimstone,” I giggled. We had to give up our worship and love for the Living Gods and submit to the cross. On Liberty. Blood spurted from a gash in my arm. My pleasure swelled. The crowd roared behind me, rocks flying, striking my back. It poured out of me, rushing down my thighs. “She had carnal knowledge with the Tyrants!”
The crowd let out a roaring boo, rocks flying out from the crowd to strike the woman on the pyre. I wiped at my tear-filled eyes. Davis. I moaned and gasped, hugging her tight as she nursed. My parents’ commands kept people from even desiring to travel. It growled, the bristles on its back standing up stiff, its tentacles writhing faster. When Mark killed me, my soul had a refugee. I shuddered, another orgasm sweeping through me. I didn’t know the name of this tributary.
