Page 32 of A Broken Promise

The stranger strolled further away; so feline, like a black panther on the prowl. I watched her hips sway in motion. She was absolutely gorgeous, yet there was something sinister, deadly about her.

“Leave that gnarly dress in the river, Freckles. No need for the Destroyer soldiers to come looking for you here.”

I wasn’t sure how she knew, but somehow, she knew. There was no point denying it.

Apprehensively, I let the dark green dress float down the river, away from this shore. Away from me.

“Gods, are you done yet? I am starving,” the beautiful stranger called out while dramatically rolling her eyes.

We approached a small village,similar to the one where Tuluma and I used to sell herbs to humans. There weren’t a lot of people walking the dirt streets, yet the ones that were stared at the two females so clearly out of place. But my newly acquainted stranger didn’t care. Her walk emanated pure arrogance, each step flaunting her sensual curves.

She slammed the large wooden doors open, stepping into a local tavern. The strong smell of moonshine and roasted meats burned my nose. It seemed like the whole village was gathered here. Chatter and poorly played music pounded on my ear drums.

She snapped her fingers to the old, bearded man sitting not too far from the bartender and like a dog, he ran to her quickly.

“What can I do to be of service, miss?” He bowed to her.

“She’ll be staying with me so bring an extra bed to my room,” she demanded. “Also, I want your cooks to make some good food and make sure to include a dessert this time.”

The man nodded and rushed away.

Quickly, I followed her to our room on the top floor. The room was spacious and well kept. It was furnished simply. Each item was clean, though slightly worn. There was a large four-post-bed, a small couch, and a tall dresser. Just two windows lined the walls with wooden shutters and a full-size oval mirror. The wooden floors were covered with a thin, threaded rug.

The girl opened the top of the dresser and threw a pair of well-made pants at me.

“Put them on. Those toothpick legs of yours are hurting my eyes.” She scoffed.

I didn’t argue with her as I pulled thick, light brown pants on my scrawny legs. They were embarrassingly loose on me. I tied them with a rope she handed to me a second later.

After I was dressed, she looked over at me again with a devilish smirk.

“Hell, are you sure you are even a girl? Because you look like a feral twelve-year-old boy.”

I should’ve laughed at her teasing. I would have laughed, if I had even an ounce of objection to her statement. Long gone were any ounce of my youthful female shape. The small though well-shaped breasts, strong thighs and soft skin were now replaced with only saggy skin and a poorly shaped skeleton underneath, with gangly limbs and sun-scarred skin.

A hesitant knock on the door had her opening it promptly, letting in a few large men with a new mattress and a few of the maids carrying bedding and large trays with food.

Both of us stared at them as they set things up quickly and left just as promptly as they had arrived.

“Lock the door,” she said, and I followed her command, locking the door with a swift motion of the key.

“What’s your name?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of my floor mattress.

“You can call me Priya.”

“I am Finn.”

“Yeah-yeah, I don’t care. Here, come unzip me,” she ordered, pulling down her heeled boots.

I hastily came up to help. Her soft scent of jasmine and cinnamon pleasantly kissed my nose. I slowly pulled the well-made zipper down until she could reach it. Priya finished unzipping it and completely removed the top. I wondered if her skin was mixed with glitter at the shine of it. Her large, brown braid fell down her exposed back, well past her waist.

I was so wrong to stare. I really was. She turned around with her full, round breasts completely exposed, her small, perky buds of rosy nipples staring at me. I almost dropped my jaw wide open. Being a slave in the Rock Quarries, I’d seen many shapes of female busts; droopy, perky, large and small, round, triangle.

I thought I had seen them all. But these—no, these were perfect.

I blushed a little, moving my eyes down to my dusty feet. Gods, I was no better than a lusty man thinking of this girl, this woman, this way. So shameful.

“It’s so fucking hot today.” Priya slowly walked to prop the window wide open. I raised my brows in surprise. Quite a brave move by her, considering they faced the town square. She turned her back to the window, exposing it to the evening breeze.

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