Both of our gazes shoot to the open doorway, where the Pitmaster stands, her face twisted in disbelief.
“You would dare disobey your king?”
“The King who condemned me?” Kidd snaps. “What loyalty do I have to him? Besides, we both know if he really cared about this slut, he wouldn’t have sent her down here to die. Let me have my fun, Pitmaster. You can surely smell how horny this b***h is. Go the other way and let us have our pleasure.”
“No!” I shout, struggling once more under the shackles of his body. He only pushes down harder against me, digging his dig into the corner of my thigh.
Unlike with Caleb, who held me down too, my body does not react with excitement nor pleasure. Instead, it goes cold, entirely clamming up. Neither my mind nor body want this vile man to touch me.
The Pit
