[Warning : contains Reverse- Rape]
Syn's eyes widened, shock and horror coursing through him like lightning.
"Surprised?" She laughed, a jagged, unhinged sound that echoed in the glade. "They're such good weapons. You were right—whoever controls them holds supreme power."
She leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear, her hair brushing his cheek.
"During the hostage exchange, I was right beside the commander when you took charge of that pirate ship, Syn. It was my idea to send shapeshifters to slaughter everyone, to bring the captains—and you—alive. But those idiots failed. Weak, gullible hearts, refusing to kill indiscriminately."
Her laugh was a blade, cutting through his hope as she tossed aside the shredded remains of his shirt, her eyes raking over his exposed torso with possessive hunger.
"You say you haven't bathed, but you look so neat, smell so good," she mocked, her nose brushing his neck as she inhaled deeply, her lips grazing his skin. "Were you lying again?"
