Chapter Five
Apostate
Abandoned by Gora
What in the name of glorious Gora is going on now?
Leaving the last dim light and the sound of thundering water at our backs, the sss who so effortlessly captured me after so much futile travail remains silent, giving me no hint of her intentions. Trapped in a stifling press between humungous arms and breasts, still desperate to properly regain my breath, I can only writhe about a bit. This earns me just a tightening of that clutch and further scoring of my skin, so I desist. My thoughts go instead to the nebulous but undeniable emanations of peril I’d felt the day before.
I had thought someone was watching me from beyond the stream. Dismissing this at the time as understandable paranoia considering the circumstances, I had completely forgotten
