Naya had some awkwardness, cleansing her face and breasts with the cuffs still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little trouble, he stopped he...."Would you like me to help, slave?" The kindness in his eyes disarmed her even though she was furious at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a captured slave girl brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his assistance? She gave him an irritable look, but quietly nodded. With. . it was a vicious cycle. The 'taint' effected just about everything. The merchants had my sympathy, but I lost a wife... top that.With barely a break for lunch, we took every King's Gate we could. Magically eating the leagues that would have taken days of riding. By sunset, we were nearing the snowline.Gaku, looking extremely uncomfortable riding a horse, closed the gap between us, "Blaster told me you were a Poet. He said you were pretty good. Was he serious? You wrote poetry?" What is so. It was more as a need to balance herself in her intoxicated state. I could see, Nikhil very shakily with hesitant hands hold his mother by the waist to steady her. His grip on Jyoti was minimal and nothing odd about it. Just enough to help her to stand steadily. I realized that he was still a kid, a nervous unsure kid !The music changed from fast to slow and all couples came closer to each other , except Nikhil and Jyoti. The were maintaining a distance between themselves except her arms were. He looked at me and the sentence died in my throat when I saw the anger flare in his eyes. He stepped over to me and delivered a vicious backhand to my mouth. Blood flew and I tasted its salty flavor. The pain was sharp and erotic. "Don't talk," he said, unnecessarily. I had already received that message loud and clear. He tied the rope that held her hands aloft to my chair. Then he took out the knife and showed it to her. "Oh my God!" He slowly cut the dress off..