Grayson deepened the kiss. It wasn’t long before a law regulation officer ran over after noticing the three dead bodies and pool of blood. “What is the meaning-oh King Grayson.” He bowed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was you. “ Grayson pulled away from me and turned to the officer.
“Clean this up,” Grayson put his hand on the officer's shoulder while towering over him. “They were traffickers.” They would have kept me captive until selling me to the highest bidder. Whoever I would have been sold to would have had a sorcerer transfer my abilities to them with an orb capable of that. Sometimes that wasn’t the case. They could be used as servants. Some blessed women became s*x slaves, especially succubus. Some men got off by the fact that they’d be sucked of more energy from s*x with them
