8
CJ, Rezzer’s personal quarters
I was turning into a b***h, a whiny, emotional wreck. I was overly sensitive and angry, a nag. I felt used. I had a little bit of an excuse. I’d traveled to a new world. Met a mate who didn’t want me, who’d tried to give me away. I’d taken a chance, risked everything to coax his beast from him. I’d given a complete stranger control of my body. Let him use me. f**k me. Fill me with his c**k. And then? Celebrate the fact that I had a magic p***y; that I’d healed him somehow and now he could leave me and return to battle?
What. The. Hell?
I didn’t understand any of this. So, yeah, it had been a big day.
But the one thing I didn’t like was to be used. Used and tossed aside. The greedy executives at the top in my company had done that to me. I’d been used i
