My dear Selena, as to the reason I give you pet names, it is simple. Been reading too many romance novels? XXX His servants leave without another word — one of them scooping up the rapist along the way — exiting through the passageways to the other caves. They glide smoothly against the bare skin of my torso coming to rest at the hem of my panties. The platform I’m lying on seems to be made of the same rock as the walls, hard and lumpy, digging into my back. He leads me through the opening in the wall, walking through the melted lava. “Please.” I beg, “What do you want with me? He isn’t forcing me this time, just staring at me with an intense tenderness I would never have
