‘Hush,’ the river murmured, rumbling and tumbling its eternal course down the ragged ruins of time. In ‘forty-three’, the river had withheld i...self from them, parching the land and shriveling the crops ’til they had all nearly starved. She lost Christian that year, her sixth child, to the fever and the drought. That year, too, Donald had gone on his way to look for work and never returned. The suitors had lined up almost immediately, for though she had four remaining children, and had never had. I didnt want to be raped. I could see his thick ebony cock stretching against his pants, and his teeth were bared in an expression of ferocity and pleasure. He spoke first. Dont make any more noise, or I will gag you. You dont want me to do that, do you, bitch? N-no, I said. Please… Look at her, the blond said, with a hint of lust. Shes begging already. Her tounge ran over her pink lips in a gesture of want. Dont beg unless I say you can, the other girl spat. W-what are you going to do to me?. I was just average looking. Okay, maybe a tad below average, what with a long Semitic nose, braces on my teeth (not unusual, for several kids wore them), a few zits and kinky hair that not even that ‘greasy kid’s stuff’ could tame. Kids used to tease me about my hair: Louis ‘Brillo pad’ Melman they called me. But I was a good athlete, fast, strong and well coordinated, and it was the summer before the fall I started lifting weights. If I couldn’t have the face of handsome Steve Reeves, I. And … eh” “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”Sacara smiles like she just found her usual self again, “Would you rather have me ask one of the guards? I think they’d be happy to show me.”Akin is very protective of her, so she tries to play into it but it’s way too obvious.“You know, these are just empty words.” He says and shakes his head."Pretty please?" Sacara tilts her head and tries to look as adorable as possible but it's just to overplay her uncertainty. In the last months, her mind.