COURTESY CALL

She feels like a boat, drifting away on a torrential sea. Reality drifts to her in short bursts, blurry at the edges and incoherent. Alas, she is able to slowly piece together the truth of the situation. For all her strength, she is a goddess in mortal casing, a powerful soul damned to wear chains. She cannot fight against the male, and she can only further attempt to pull to her feet when she finds herself shoved beneath him. Her heart beats rapidly, eyes opening once more, nostrils flaring as she tries to take in all that she can of her attacker. If she cannot harm him now, then she will rip his head off and place it on a spike later.
She is afraid, more than she has ever been. Her eyes close as she tries to drift away into the blur of her concussion, attempts to leave behind this humiliation that she never imagined would belong to her. It is her first time; she once thought it would belong to a man chosen by her Oracles, and then she thought perhaps it might belong to the Amenti Alpha who had given her a home, and recently she had thought it would be with her dearest Raisa, but it is not. Alas, the golden woman has it in her not to try. This demon, this vile creature, he will not see her shed a tear over him. She will burn him to ash. He will be the first conquest of her Empire. She can do nothing, however, as flesh joins with flesh and she lets out noises of vague protest, attempting to pull away as best she can.
This isn?t supposed to happen to her.