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“Aurelians,” he calls out. “Tonight, you willproveyour dedication to our cause. You have two women. One will remain as my…guest, guarded closely to ensure your compliance. She will witness the spectacle.”

What spectacle?

Marcel suddenly grips my shoulders, pulling me tightly against his body. It’s instinctive – his protective reaction to the thought of me being a prisoner of the Toad Lords.

“What of the other woman?”

Marcel’s voice is harsh, because I think we all know what the response will be.

“The other female will be the center of attraction in our little show.”

Marcel gently moves me aside, stepping forward. The Sentinels, as one, raise their weapons the moment he moves.

“Whatshow? Dammit, Toad, you go too far! We arenotyour playthings!”

Lord Oblog grins that deadly grin of his.

“My playthings? But that isexactlywhat you are, Aurelians. What I say,you do,understood? Tonight, you’re going to prove your adherence to the Old Ways. You’re going tofuckone of those little slaves, right in front of me, my honored guest, and all my most loyal men.”

I gulp dryly as the Toad Lord continues.

“You’ll do that – or I’m going to kill both of them.”

It’s as if somebody just dropped a brick into my stomach. I stand there, feeling woozy at what we’re being expected to do.

Oblog warns: “And afterward, should any of you try to betray me, or weasel out of your duties before our contract is completed, I’ll send footage of you fucking your slave to the Aurelian Law Enforcement – confirming your status as Rogue Aurelians, and securing you a place on their Kill List which will haunt you for the rest of your short, miserable lives.”

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