You’re in your enemy’s bedroom. He’s your captor.
And you prepare for your doom.
The commander places the covered
silver tray of torture in front of you by a table.
You take deep breaths and bite your bottom lip to keep it from quivering.
This is it.
The Commander uncovers the tray.
“You must be hungry,” he says in that low voice that
ricochets through you.
There, on the tray, sit fat hunks of bread, cheeses, sliced cuts of meat, and fat red strawberries.
Your eyes widen in disbelief and relief. You get to live a few more moments.
Strawberries? You’ve heard of them but have never tasted one.
You lick your lips with savage hunger but realize this could be a trick.
“H-h-how do I know it’s not poisoned?” you ask.
“We removed your poison tooth, only to poison you?” There’s humor in his deep voice.
Oh, he’s actually laughing at you. You roll your eyes at him.
To demonstrate, he grabs a strawberry.
His eyes never leave yours. He bites into it.
As he sucks on the berry, that wild voice inside you wonders what his lips feel like.
Heat dances up your neck at the thought. You glance away fast.
You grab a strawberry, shoving it all into your mouth. The flavor bursts on your tongue.
Suddenly, you have a cloudy, unfamiliar memory that’s not yours.
You’re barefoot, walking through a lush green garden. A woman laughs warmly behind you.
You turn to the lovely sound and see your trusty blade.
You blink, and it’s over.
Your blade. It’s all you have left. The only thing of value you possess.
And tonight, before you escape, you’re getting it BACK.
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