The Prince’s Boy: 50

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50: Jorin
I awoke sore and stiff, my eyes still closed but my awareness of my skin, of my bruises, spreading through my body. Curiously enough, all Sergetten had done last night was beat me with a leather strap until I literally could not take another blow, and was on the verge of begging him for mercy even though I knew I would receive none. Just as I was ready to let the words spill forth, he stopped.

I did not know if the bond spell allowed him to see my thoughts or if it was mere luck.

He did not fuck me nor make me spill, and he had let me go back to sleep immediately.

But now I was awake, and I took stock of my aches. No, it hadn’t been as brutal as Seroi or the king’s last beating of me. And yet it had reduced me somehow.

“I know you’re awake.”

I rolled over carefully–hissing as welts were scraped by the rough blanket–until I could see him. He was seated on a stool at the table, his legs crossed, a sechal twig in his fingers which he chewed fastidiously. I wondered how long he had been sitting there, watching me.

I wondered if I should crawl from the bed to kneel at his feet.

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