"Yes," he agreed. "It has been fun watching you."
"What's your end game here, Bron?" she asked, pausing in her step.
Bron turned and towered over her. "Do you know what I have that you don't, girl?"
"What's that?"
"I have an army," he declared. "And I have the only key to Haerland's true freedom."
Nyssa felt her eyes squinting. She didn't know what he meant by either statement. And Brone saw it. But he simply pulled her back along down the hall, and the conversation ended as they rounded the corner.
The wife was waiting for them.
With the General that had pinched her breast during the meeting weeks before.
Nyssa’s couldn’t move as she looked between the two.
The curling smile on the man's face made her stomach twist.
Shae smiled.
"Looks like her legs are working again," she noted. "Enough to hold herself on her knees, at least. You're in luck, General."
Shae tapped the man's chest twice and pushed off the chair.
Nyssa couldn't breathe.
Her mind began to whirl with every shortened breath.
Fear gripped her all the way to her core.
But even with her shaking body, Nyssa held her trembling chin high as Shae approached.
"You're dismissed, Porter."
Bron gave the wife a short bow, and then he winked at Nyssa before he left the room. Her eyes darted back to the General and to Shae, and she saw the man beginning to tug on himself through his pants.
Nyssa nearly hurled. Between her realizing the Infi were still at the camp and had orchestrated her being captured, yet again, and now the wife shoving this man in her face, she wasn't sure how long she could hold herself.
Shae's hands curled on Nyssa's shoulders as she walked behind her.
"Do you see that man's straining cock?" Shae uttered in Nyssa's ear. "You'll take it in your mouth like it's your next meal. And after you've brought himsinkingto his end, I might even let you eat something other than those chicken scraps." She took Nyssa's hair in her hands and pushed it off to one side. The action of this woman's hands curling in her hair made Nyssa nauseous. It was a motion her mother had done with her multiple times as she spoke words in her ear just as this woman was doing.
"Piping hot soup," she cooed. "Wine. Perhaps even some of the fruits your beloved trader brought through." She stepped around to face Nyssa again.
"No," Nyssa managed.
Shae gave her a mocking pout. "Oh, you pitiful thing," she cooed. "Look at thisfear. Who knew a man's cock would be the thing to bring it out of you."
"I'm not—“
"Shhh..." the wife said, pressing a finger to Nyssa's lips. "Enough talk, girl. You'll strain your throat." She walked back around to Nyssa's back, and Nyssa felt her pushing the top of her dress down.
Nyssa squirmed. "No—“
The woman whipped Nyssa around and grabbed her face between her fingers.
"You'll get on your knees and suck his cock, or else I'll send a ship east to that settlement we found a few days ago.”
