Page 122 of Veiled Flames
Slowly, I approach the back of the group, keeping my head down, avoiding eye contact and notice.
“What the thrix are you doing here?” Egon asks aggressively.
My chest tightens, but I don’t look up.
“No fucking servants on this lift.” He shoves me back, and I stumble to catch my balance. My chin lifts.
“Fuck me!” Egon’s eyes fill with malice. “It’s her!” He grabs Amis’s forearm. “It’s that thrixing girl. The princess pretending to be a boy!”
“Should we alert Master Saxon?” Amis asks.
“No!” Egon says in a near growl. “If I can’t ride a dragon today, I’m sure as thrix going to ridesomething.”
It’s not hard to figure out his meaning. Turning to the side, I run, racing along the edge of the canyon as fast as I can.
Egon and Amis follow.
They’re both taller and have longer strides, but they’re bulkier. Perhaps I can outrun them.
My lungs soon burn from the effort and fear. I glance back. They’ve fallen a good distance behind. I round a curve. Hoping to lose them, I dodge into a narrow side canyon leading down.
Before long, I hit a dead end. Have I made a horrible mistake? If they follow, I’m cornered. The walls are too steep and slick toclimb, and if I head back to the main canyon, they’ll definitely spot me.
Egon races by. I might yet escape.
But Amis glances down the side canyon as he passes. “Egon,” he shouts. “She’s down here. This way.”
The second boy waits until Egon joins him, and they stalk down the narrow side canyon toward me. I’m cornered.
“You fucking bitch,” Egon says. “How dare you waste a position at camp, waste the masters’ time, wasteeveryone’stime, when there’s no chance you’ll ever ride a dragon?”
I don’t answer. There’s no point. Egon’s mind is even thicker than his build.
“I’m going to make you regret what you’ve done.” He flicks the clasps over his front flap and a small, limp member tumbles out.
He grabs it and tugs, and it grows as it hardens.
“Grab her,” he says to Amis. “Turn her to face the rock.” He sneers at me. “I’m going to nail you into the stone. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll wish you were dead.”
Scenarios flash through my mind. Egon’s tool is much smaller than either Tynan’s or Saxon’s, and both of those men have taken me roughly. If I don’t fight, Egon might be less brutal. But, while my body might survive the forced penetration, my mind, my soul, my pride will not.
I can’t let this happen.
Amis steps up to me. “Turn around.” He reaches behind me and tugs on my back flap. “Don’t make me hurt you.” His voice hints that he’s not fully on board with Egon’s plan.
Saxon told me forced sex should be a crime against Othrix, but it’s not. It would only be if I were the wife of a nobleman. Like in all other things, men are able to use women however they want without consequence.
“Amis, don’t do this.” I look into his eyes. “You don’t want to do this. I see it in your eyes.”
His eyes narrow. “Are you calling me weak?” His voice turns gruff, his tone reversing completely. Amis swings his fist, but he stops it pressed against my cheek. His knuckles feel sharp as they push under my cheekbone.
“How about I get her good and ready for you.” Amis looks over his shoulder at his friend. “How about I fuck her hard with this fist.” He turns to me with rage in his eyes as he thrusts up with his arm.
“Be my guest.” Egon laughs. “But don’t rip her too wide. Leave something for me.” His eyes narrow. “On second thought, don’t hold back. Fuck her up to your elbow if you like. If you ruin her cunt, I’ll ruin the hole she had the gall to think a dragon might want.”
Amis grabs my shoulders, clearly planning to turn me around. I maynotlive through this, even if I comply.
Acting on instinct, I bring up my knee—hard—connecting with Amis’s stones and cock.
