." Take my baby! Take it ... Please! Just take the baby..." She'd started crying now, the way some of them do, falling to her knees in the cell and so...bing, her words muffled by her hands as she covered her face." ... That time has now come," I finished reading the small card, which I hadn't really read at all since I knew the words by heart. Only the names changed." ... my b-baby ... take the baby..." She was a sad one, which wasn't surprising given her youth. Pretty too, even with her. The blue organdy was a bad choice, a mistake she instantly realized when entering the dining room, after having descended the broad, banistered stairs from the second floor. She didn't have the proper clothes for such an affair to begin with; being American and the wife of a still rising businessman, she didn't attend affairs of this caliber. The blue organdy was formal, but didn't have the polish, the sophistication, that, say the black lace Empire dress Lena was wearing possessed. The quiet,. He was teasing her. That's when she felt something soft and wet touch her anus. "Aiiieeeeeee!" she yelled, trying to move. But being between Lucas' strong body and the heavy wooden desk, Victoria was trapped. The more she squirmed and wiggled, the tighter he held. His tongue was making maddening circles all around her puckered rosebud. Victoria was taking great big gulps of air. His rough whiskers were scratching her tender skin, while that silky tongue tickled her star. Lucas pointed his. It was a fight I wouldn’t have won. A year later, I ran when it became to much to bear. Then I fought to prove my worth to the bandits, not with daggers, but by taking the worse jobs and spreading my legs for their leader. Ciarra changed everything. She’s the ultimate example of a fight I can’t win. The oathbinding stops me from running away, deceiving her, or betraying her. Now it gives me what I needed most. Hope. When I swore the oathbinding, it granted understanding of how Ciarra.