I stared in horror, but the feeling was driven from my mind by the poison in me, and the idea that I was being so utterly destroyed from within only served to arouse me more. What if Yavara sends back prisoners of war like that? The contents of my fun bag were spilled onto the deck, and I gazed down in fear as the Dark Queen picked her instruments of torture. Isn’t that right, Twenty-Three?” He asked the dawn-elf beside me. Lewd gurgles emanated from me, my upturned eyes staring sightlessly at the man doing his work. “Yavara, stop!”
“No.” She smiled. They laughed in unison, the orc grabbing my waist to steady me, his hands so large that his thumbs touched at the small of my back. Her face tilted upward with her teeth bared, an intense growl rumbling from her.
