Pandora 10

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Running and spinning, Russel brought his sword down on the wretched creature's head. They had called her Tabitha and witch and crone, but she didn't look human with large lips, leathery skin and horrible pointed teeth. She had breasts, but that was all that made her female. He rifled through her pockets, looking for the bean. It had been a great idea to send Matilda, the barmaid, in ahead of him. He'd heard the beastly woman tell her all about the spells she could cast to help Matilda escape from an oafish husband.

The worst curse, she assured Matilda, was the spelled death-sleep. He wouldn't wake, ever, she promised. The witch would even give her the bean cure, in case she ever changed her mind. She hadn't begun gathering her materials when Russel broke in and knocked her unconscious.

Matilda screamed and ran for the door. He doubted she would stop running before she was back behind the bar. Russel, however, was cautious. It was unlikely the witch was alone. He hunted through her pockets, finally coming up with a green-brown bean. He stowed it away and backed slowly from the cottage.

He backed into a beautiful blond woman. “Who are you? What are you doing?” she yelled as he ran to his horse and mounted, yanking the reins free from the branch he'd lashed them to. “Come back here! Stop!” The last word was accompanied by an arc of power, magic, that made his hair stand on end. It missed, and he rode on. He didn't go home and he didn't approach the cliffs either. He wanted a moment to regroup before he did anything.

The witch had been quelled. The cure for the curse was his. And who was the beautiful woman that attacked him? Helen perhaps? Victor's wife? He didn't envy the man a wife like that. Gritting his teeth, he realized that he was getting one just like, her own daughter.

The kingdom came with it, he reminded himself. And he knew how to quell the daughter. He would do a better job of it than Victor had. After finding a quiet cottage to rest in, one with a woman with open arms, he set out in search of the fortress. The witch and mother would no doubt be close on his heels.

Tantalizing Tuesday - Purchases #flashfiction

Janet jumped at the doorbell. Her latest purchase dropped from her hand back into its box. She backed up, spine flat to the wall. He had a key but rung the bell before opening her door.
“Where’s my pussy?” he asked.
“Here.” She was perfectly visible from the doorway, but he wanted her to answer.
“Yes, there you are and wearing entirely too many clothes.
She knew what was coming next, and his pen knife came out of his pocket flipping open.
“Please, sir, can I?” she asked, slipping her fingers into her waistband.
His eye landed on the shoes in the box. “Need to save your clothes? Why, when it’s obvious you’re using my money to replace them.” His black shod toe nudged the box out of his way. “Well, you can keep most of them. Spread,” he ordered, and she separated her legs.
With a tug, he pulled the cloth away from her crotch and sliced through it with his knife. “You can mend them.” He took hold of her legs and lifted them to his hips, keeping her back to the wall. “Can’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she said as he loosed himself and thrust into her.

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Vampire Friday - Slave 2

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Will knows that his masters are Vampires, but he doesn't understand them very well.

“You drink from your guests. Why?” Realizing he knew the obvious answer, he clarified. “What I mean is, why them?”
“Because they accept it. Just as I would ask you to relinquish control to me. I know you think I have it all the time, but I don’t, Will. You are a man, and you make your own decisions.”
Will’s brow creased. It was true. He wasn’t a free man, like Louis, but he was freer than most slaves. He was able to decide what work to do, what to purchase, how to spend his leisure time. Nicholas had let him choose to take, or be taken. Was that odd? It hadn’t felt odd.
“So, they are completely submissive when in the room.” Nicholas nodded and Will pondered it. “I could do that.”
“You could,” Nicholas said with a smile. “I expect it would come easily for you. Most slaves find it comforting. Something they are familiar with.”
“What is drinking blood like?” he asked, still thinking about what must go on in those rooms. No doubt some, like Terrance’s whore, came for beating as well as fucking. That wasn’t what Bart came for, or he came for more than that. He had no stripes when Will met him, and was only lightly bound. Will imagined being trussed up like the slave woman and taken that way. His cock jumped against his thigh.
“It is life itself,” Nicholas tried to explain, answering Will's question. “It is fire and food and bliss. But what you really want to know is, what it is like for our clients.” He grinned, and Will stroked himself idly, still imagining being bound. “Our bite is like the fire of lust coursing through your veins. Like someone struck a match in your soul and let the heat burst through you. Even a sated man will harden when we bite him.”
“Is that why you bind them?” Will asked, pumping his hand harder on himself. Nicholas watched, impressed.
“Yes. Though, not the only reason. By binding them, they can’t jump or flinch while we feed, crucial for preventing injury. However, we bind them when we aren’t feeding as well. Especially for those who aren’t naturally submissive, it forces them to relinquish control. They don’t even have physical control of themselves. We can visit pleasure and pain on them until they weep for it, until their bodies shake and give out. Until they reach a higher level of pleasure.”
Will’s breath came in pants, imagining exactly that. He moved his hand faster and Nicholas added his, fondling the boy’s black balls. With a fierce growl, Will ejaculated a second time, spraying his own stomach.
“You want to try it?”
Will nodded, still gasping for breath. “Yes. Please.”

Flasher Fiction Friday - Balance #flashfiction

James fought against the belt, but he didn’t want to rock too hard, or he’d lose his balance.
“Easy there, cowboy.”
James froze. He knew that voice.
“Keep out of this. We’re fine.”
This voice was higher but no less familiar.
“I’ve got ya, James.”
“He’s mine!” the high voice said. “I got us here, and I’m taking us over.”
James closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He’d already lost his balance mentally.
“James Cunningham.” Repeating his name, he tried the belt one more time.
“Gotcha!” the first voice said.
“No!” the second cried, fading as the car fell. One more light.

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Thursday Taster: Pandora 9

“Not you, boy,” Gowan said. “The girl will be cursed. You'll have to break that first. What do you figure, Victor? Sleep?”

“Probably. Maybe a glamour to make her ugly so you don't go near. Pandora is fearful beautiful. If you find something that looks like the witch but isn't, it's probably her.”

“Can I hit her at the base of the skull?” he asked.

Both kings started laughing and pounding the table with fists.

“Aye, boy, aye, you probably could. Maybe should! She'll put up less fight that way.” They continued to howl.

Russel was unamused. “And do you have any idea where this witch has her?”

“Fortress,” Victor said, wiping his eye. “She has a fortress in the mountains, but it moves. Never in the same place twice. You've never been there, so you have a decent shot at finding it. I'll never find it again after being there twice already.”

“Ha, hit her. Your romancing needs some serious work, Russel.” Marcus laughed at that, though Russel only scowled.

“Well, if the two of you are finished, I'm heading to the tavern for a woman who doesn't need beating and then the peaks. It was nice to meet you, King Victor. I hope to see you again as a son-in-law and heir.”

Victor laughed again. “I look forward to it! Chain that filly up for me, will you? Maybe then her mother will come back.”

Gowan was still laughing. “Beatrice! Beatrice, where you are you, woman?”

Russel left before his mother was brought out and most likely mocked by the kings. She didn't have the least spark of magic in her and had only spoken against his father twice that he was aware of. Once, Gowan had thanked her for her level head, and the other he had locked her in her room for a week for being so stupid. One never knew what would come from a woman.

Tantalizing Tuesday - Hiding #flashfiction

Janine stormed out. She didn’t have to listen to this. There was no reason for everyone to get so hostile toward her. She wasn’t the one who had killed her father.
Slamming the door of her childhood room behind her, she leaned on the door as the tears that had never really stopped, streamed down her cheeks. She slid down to sit hugging her knees. If she ever found the fucker that hit her dad and ran, she would put him in the ground right next to…
“Daddy,” she wailed, hugging herself.
It took her a minute to wipe away enough tears to really see her old room. She hadn’t lived at home for months now, but her parents had never asked her to come clean out her stuff. It was good because she didn’t have any room in her apartment and didn’t plan on staying there longer than her classes. She wasn’t prepared to see that it was left exactly as she had it, including the giant teddy bears that she had been given. They were from her ex, and she cried herself out on them before.
Crawling up, she hid her face, planning to do the same again.

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Vampire Friday - Slave

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Will is one of those best acquainted with nature of his masters. He understand only part of what they are. Here is the first of his revelations.

Sophia stood taller. She slapped him across the face. The nature of his masters had never been a secret. Their inhuman strength and speed was explained by the lack of windows and the blood he so often cleaned up in the rooms. He was positive they were vampires. She was a woman, but she was stronger than he was. The unnatural abounded here. “You think I’m soft?” she asked, her voice sharp as tacks.
“Yes,” he said, sneering again. “You coddle me and you would coddle her.”
Sophia took a deep breath and muttered. It wasn’t English, so he had no idea what she prayed. “What you did worked, but you must not think that is because she is an animal.”
“But she is—” he started to say.
Sophia spoke over him. “It is because she gave you power over her. She wanted you to control her. That control comes with a trust that you will not injure her.”
He snorted. “Of course I would injure her.”
Sophia slapped him again and this time Will fell to the floor. “I will injure you if you don’t listen,” she warned. “We treat people in all sorts of ways here, many are not civil. Always, however, we have the interest of our clients at heart.”
“Clients?” he asked. He’d never talked with his owners about their companions. “She is a slave. You own her. She isn’t a client.”
Sophia’s expression brightened a little, her shining sapphire eyes dancing. “We don’t own her, actually. She comes here after she has finished duties. Her sister covers her evenings so she can be here.”
Will tried to remember ever having anyone stand up for or cover for him. There was no one. “She’ll be whipped. They both will.”
Sophia frowned. “You speak like you want that. Do you? Hasn’t there been enough whipping?”
He hung his head, remembering how badly he was bleeding when Sophia bought him. She had been returning from a party and heard his screams from the street. That fact still shamed him. She had stormed in and demanded to know what price Mister Green wanted for him. It hadn’t stopped two more lashes from old Jim’s whip. The master hadn’t ordered him to stop.
Sophia stopped him. He remembered the awe in all three men’s faces when her hand stopped Jim’s from descending.

Flasher Fiction Friday - Omens #flashfiction

Breezes made her gown and train tremble. The warm salty air pulled at her long dark hair, threatening to free it from the arrangement that had been carefully tied in place. Brilliant blossoms filled her hand, an offering to the man waiting for her a sign of life and living.

Daryl waited for her, barefoot in the sand.

The breeze shifted and she turned with it. Birds alit from a skeletal tree, barely surviving amid the salty sand and rocks. The birds flew past her, narrowly missing her head, and she bent back, dropping bouquet and surrendering to the omen.

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Thursday Taster: Pandora 9 #flashfiction

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“Not you, boy,” Gowan said. “The girl will be cursed. You'll have to break that first. What do you figure, Victor? Sleep?”
“Probably. Maybe a glamour to make her ugly so you don't go near. Pandora is fearful beautiful. If you find something that looks like the witch but isn't, it's probably her.”
“Can I hit her at the base of the skull?” he asked.
Both kings started laughing and pounding the table with fists.
“Aye, boy, aye, you probably could. Maybe should! She'll put up less fight that way.” They continued to howl.
Russel was unamused. “And do you have any idea where this witch has her?”
“Fortress,” Victor said, wiping his eye. “She has a fortress in the mountains, but it moves. Never in the same place twice. You've never been there, so you have a decent shot at finding it. I'll never find it again after being there twice already.”
“Ha, hit her. Your romancing needs some serious work, Russel.” Marcus laughed at that, though Russel only scowled.
“Well, if the two of you are finished, I'm heading to the tavern for a woman who doesn't need beating and then the peaks. It was nice to meet you, King Victor. I hope to see you again as a son-in-law and heir.”
Victor laughed again. “I look forward to it! Chain that filly up for me, will you? Maybe then her mother will come back.”
Gowan was still laughing. “Beatrice! Beatrice, where you are you, woman?”
Russel left before his mother was brought out and most likely mocked by the kings. She didn't have the least spark of magic in her and had only spoken against his father twice that he was aware of. Once, Gowan had thanked her for her level head, and the other he had locked her in her room for a week for being so stupid. One never knew what would come from a woman.

Tantalizing Tuesday - Welcome Home. #flashfiction

Ben opened the door and dropped his duffel from his shoulder. “Jaime?” he called. “I’m home.” He’d expected Jaime would meet him at the airport, but he’d had to flag a taxi.
“Jaime?” he called again, looking around their tiny apartment. It was bigger than the barracks at least, and five times as nice. The sun drifted in instead of beaming down like a laser. The curtains wafted in a breeze. It was hard to find a breath of air in the middle of his platoon. The plants were oddly familiar though.
He snorted at the watermelon. It was something Jaime would do. Of course, leaving them out like that almost guaranteed they’d dry up. He put the two halves together and shoved them in the fridge. It was more difficult than he expected and he pulled out a container of left over stew. Opening it he breathed deep. Jaime didn’t miss in the kitchen and it had been a long time since he ate anything that wasn’t in the mess.
While scarfing it down, his phone rang. He’d gotten used to not having one on him, so he had to search for it.
Come to the hospital - Jaime

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Vampire Friday - Gentleman

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Harrold had a very different response when he discovered the true nature of the denizens of Blue Moon House. Ready to join him?

“Mostly, I want to shed her fear of her body. She was mistreated, as I expect you've guessed.”

“By her 'boss man.'”

“Another negro, if you can imagine, told her her body was the fruit of hell and he would fuck the devil out of her.” Lynn squeezed an apple in her hand until the skin split and juice ran down her fingers. “If I ever lay hands on him.”

Harrold touched her elbow, taking the piece of fruit. It wasn't old or withered, rather one of the new crop. How strong was she?

She looked at the mangled apple, then at him, and changed the subject. “You did well in there. You enjoyed it?”

He stuttered. “Yes, uh, yes.” He felt his face flush in embarrassment though he wasn't sure what embarrassed him? Dallying with a black girl? Certainly not being with two women at once. 

“Good, because if you continue to come when you aren't scheduled, you will meet more of my clients.”

That word again, clients. “Do you expect payment?” He patted pockets, searching for his bill fold.

She waved him off. “No. We are sufficient for now. I might accept your offer later.”

“But...This is a whorehouse. How do you pay for things?”

“We are much more than we appear,” she said, maintaining an air of mystery.

Harrold's fingers played with the mangled apple. “I have no doubt about that.”

“There is something I would try. You must let me know when to stop. And you must trust me, with your life.”

He regarded her, still wearing only a dressing robe. She looked very much like whore. Could he trust a whore? Hadn't several stolen from him if dared sleep in their chambers? However, this was Lynn, with her strange faceted eyes.

“Very well, I trust you.”

She sighed quietly. “I was hoping you'd say that.” She dropped her hand to his hip, slipping open the buttons of his fly while she kissed him.

He almost laughed. He had stamina, but three times in an hour would be a record for him. The kiss was very sensual, teasing, giving him access to her mouth one moment and denying it the next. Now her tongue darted to touch his, now her teeth were closed. Beautiful teeth they were, with only one missing, a tiny window in her smile. 

As her hands played, tickling him more than stroking, his mind began to swim. She trailed kisses down his cheek to his neck and he moaned very softly, her tongue licking him.

A sharp piercing was replaced with a low burn, as though he stood just a bit too close to the fire. Only this burn wasn't in his skin, it was under it. His flaccidity abruptly ended, the fire moving through him from where Lynn had nipped and through his cock, his ass, his toes.

She swallowed and he started to pull away. Her hand on his neck prevented him from moving.

“Please, stop.”

She licked his neck again and sighed happily. “You arrived before I took my share from Kendra.”

The fire in his blood went out and he felt cold. What monster sat beside him? How could so vile a creature, a vampire, appear so...ordinary? “You drink blood.”

She nodded and taking the apple from him, bit into it. “I can eat these too, but I'd never be full. These are here for you,” she explained, putting the fruit back into his hand.

“Do you...kill?”

She laughed. “I could, certainly. Instead I bleed my clients, not unlike physicians did.” She rose and began walking around, tending the banked coals, putting water on the stove. “Tea?” she asked.

“I should go,” he answered, jumping up.

“Remember your contract,” she said, resting her chin in her hand. She seemed disappointed but unsurprised by his reaction. He had discovered the real reason they swore everyone to secrecy.

All the same, he hurried back down the hall, past familiar sounds of pleasure and the occasional scream of pain. It had been alluring before, those screams. Now he worried some fool was being killed. 

The blood on the man at the door, his murderous rage.

Harrold swore he would never return to this house of horrors.

Flasher Fiction Friday - Reflection

“Fullan.”

She didn’t lift her head at her name. She sat still on the shore of the pond, breath swirling at the back of her throat. She paused before turning to the speaker, not answering the eunuch.

“He will see you now.”

A summons. She could ignore the messenger, but not the message. Her body was required. Her mind and heart would remain here, floating among the brightly the coloured blooms on the still reflective surface of the pond. Reflections of her, of who she might be, who wasn’t. There would be pleasure, but it would be only a reflection.

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Thursday Taster: Pandora 8

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“You want me to scar your daughter?” he asked, confused.
“Damnation, no! I want you to rape her. Well, in honesty, not that, but consummate, as soon as you can, first opportunity.”
Gowan was nodding in agreement. “And repeat it often in the beginning. That's why you never had a proper hold on Helen, Victor. You had a war to deal with too soon after and she's more liberated than average. A regular woman, Russel, you take your wedding night and she stays for the most part. But a woman with the magic? They have ideas of their own, ideas that don't include you. You don't tie them to you immediately and they slip away like morning dew.”

Russel blinked at his father, then looked to his brother. “Has he ever told you anything like this?”
Marcus shook his head, eyes wide.
“Of course not. Marcus couldn't handle an average woman. He's going to have the weakest milksop that will give a decent heir. You, though. You are different. You might have enough will to do it.”
“What else do I need to know?” he asked, sitting back down. Suddenly he wasn't as sure he either could or wanted do what he proposed.
“The witch,” Victor said, shaking a gnawed bone at Russel, “has an army of familiars. All kinds of creatures, regular and mythical. You will need to be prepared for those. Then there's Tabitha herself. She doesn't have many weaknesses, but the one I know is at the base of her skull. A good hit there will knock her out and leave her disoriented for hours after waking.” He dropped the bone with a clatter to his dish.
“Right. Get past the familiars, take out the witch.”
Gowan rubbed his chin. “I bet she spells the girl. Added protection that way. Can't do anything while she's cursed.”
“Cursed?” Russel asked, afraid. “I don't want any curses!”

Tantalizing Tuesday - Personal

“Where do you think Phil is?”
Tracy shrugged. “Dunno, don’t care.”
“He is your brother. You might have half a care.”
“Nope.” Tracy took a swig from the bottle and passed it to Jenna. Then she fixed her sunglasses on her nose and lay back in the boat.
Jenna capped the bottle after her swig and set herself up beside Tracy. She untied the straps of her bikini to avoid lines. “Well, I care.”
“Of course you do. You want to fuck him.”
“I do not!” Jenna sat up again.
“Oh, relax. I’m not going to tell him or anything.” Tracy didn’t move and her voice sounded more dreamy and dozy by the second. “He wants you too. I don’t know how you haven’t hooked up yet.”
Jenna couldn’t quite lie down again. “Really? Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
“I have my reasons,” Tracy said. “They’re personal.”
“Fuck personal. Who do you tell if not me?”
“My girlfriend.”
“Fuck you, Tracy. I know you’re over the moon with Lisa. You don’t have to-“
“I want you, too. But Phil’s the one staring at your tits right now, not me.”
Jenna’s head whirled, her bikini hanging off.
“Oh, hi.”

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Vampire Friday - Kitten

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Today I'm going to share a taste of the vampires at the time Jocelyn joined them. This excerpt is from Kitten. If you're ready, enter Blue Moon House:

I want to understand more. Sophia said I would need to ingest you to get eyes like yours. Is it more than your eyes, though? You all seem very fast.”
The man frowned a little. “We don't normally talk about that before one has spent a few sessions with their Master. We can make special use of those willing to submit completely.
"Submit completely to what?”
The man sighed a little, tucking her into his arm over the sheets. It was late, but the house still hadn't cooled. “Easiest to show you.” He tilted her head away from him, exposing her neck. She smiled expecting a playful nip.
He bit her. She almost jumped, but resisted at the last moment. That was a blessing; she would have torn her throat on his teeth if she had moved much. She heard him swallow and her eyes went wide. Before she could do more than register the sound, the same liquid fire she had felt in her shoulder earlier in the day spread across her chest and up into her chin. It spread faster toward her belly and lower, making her moan and slip a hand between her thighs.
"Oh, God, what are you doing? That feels... it feels...” She couldn't find the words. Worse, she was becoming light-headed. She felt the little tension holding her head up release and she sank into the pillow.
"Oh, damn, too much? You taste so good.”
The words in combination with the action told her what she needed to know. He was a vampire. They were all vampires.
In the same moment she was terrified and disbelieving. There were no vampires. But he bit her, she was bleeding. Slapping a hand to her neck, she edged away.
"Please don't hurt me,” she whispered.
The man sighed heavily. “This is why we wait. You don't trust us yet. I'm not going to hurt you. Not more than you can handle, at any rate.” His lascivious smile made her feel exposed, which she was. Completely naked.
Jocelyn continued to slide from him until he rose. “I'll leave you. Feel free to dress and leave the house. You need never return. Remember, you are sworn to secrecy. We are as vulnerable as you feel right now.” His blue eyes were serious.
"You're vulnerable?” she asked. “To what? A stake to the heart?”
He rubbed his chest. “That would certainly hurt. Alone, that wouldn't kill us. We can heal from almost anything in time. No, fire is our weakness.”
She nodded. “And sunlight.”
He shook his head. “Again, it hurts, burns, but won't kill us on its own.”
Jocelyn considered for a moment. “Why are you telling me this? You are arming me to fight you.”
The vampire smiled again. There was no sign of fangs or any other difference in his teeth. “It might surprise you, but we trust you. At least, I do. You aren't asking as one who is planning an attack. You are asking as one who is curious.”
She was definitely that. “So to become...a vampire,” the idea was still ludicrous to her, “I have to eat you?”
"Drink,” he clarified. He lifted his wrist to his mouth and bit it. The wound was small and stopped bleeding quickly, but there were a few drops of pink blood on his skin. Jocelyn seized his hand to examine it.
Her companion chuckled. “Very curious. I see why Lynn likes you.”

Thursday Taster: Pandora 7

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Russel took his pelt away, wondering what guest it might be. Someone important or his father wouldn't have mentioned it. Another king perhaps. He hurried to furrier, planning to wash and dress well for the company. He might not be his father's heir, but perhaps by finding a poor sap with no son, he could find a kingdom for himself.
At dinner he met Victor, another king as he had supposed. He talked about his wife and daughter through the entire meal. No mention of a son. Russel paid more and more attention as Victor drank more and more mead.
“Stole her away, she did. Foul woman. Won't even tell me where she's hidden, and I'm her father! I only know that old witch is guarding her and I wouldn't cross that crone for half my kingdom. A bitter thing.” He tipped back his newly filled stein.

“And where is your wife now?”
“Gone,” he said, blustering. “Never was constant. Think she must have had half a spark herself. Made her a strong mate, but fickle. She's off to find something to kill me, no doubt. Wants the kingdom for herself. I tell you, Gowan,” he said, gesturing to Russell's father, “if you could bring me back my daughter, I'd lock her in a tower for your wife.”
“Accepted,” Russel said, rising. “I'll find your daughter and marry her myself. Spark of magic and all.”
“Wait, boy,” he said, slurring his words. “You don't have the first idea where she is or what to do when you find her.”
“Then tell me, old man. You want your daughter? Well, I want your kingdom. Fair trade?”
Victor laughed, spittle gathering at the corner of his mouth. “Fair? Not even near, but I'll make that deal for certain. There is only one way you can tie down a girl like Pandora, or her mother. That is to mark them, claim them. Do you understand me?”
“You want me to scar your daughter?” he asked, confused.
“Damnation, no! I want you to rape her. Well, in honesty, not that, but consummate, as soon as you can, first opportunity.”