Beneath the veil of fear

Sephiran savored the shrill yelps that echoed off the walls of the den, reverberating down the corridors of the Sidi labyrinth until they vanished into the frigid air. And her convulsing, the way she shook and writhed beneath his touch- it was enthralling, delightful, arousing to the Sultan. She was his to take- the privilege of becoming the Saxe ruler- as he was allowed to pillage every Sidi that lived within his domain. And with Delaeni, the wild dog who lied and connived behind his back, as if he were too stupid to unravel her plots. He would exploit and indulge to his wicked heart’s content, to remind her of her place in this world. A body meant to pleasure those who owned her.

And even though she was wavering in and out of consciousness, slowly becoming limp beneath the powerful shaking of his jaws, Sephiran did not relent. He pressed down against her, using all of his weight now, crushing her beneath himself and the cold, unforgiving ground. His hips were shifting, aligning with hers- an ominous forewarning of the terror he was about to inflict.

"Sephiran Saxe"