Jhuwa was still eating when she begged.
She had both hands around the bowl and a piece of charred root between her teeth when the first tear cut down her cheek. Her red pupils had gone very wide and very wet, and those compact bat-wings folded so far against her skull that she looked like she was trying to make herself one size smaller.
Likewise, the words she produced weren't particularly elegant.
"Please. I'll do anything. Just keep me alive… hiiikh…"
And just like that, I acquired slave number two, albeit not official.
『 I felt that, by the way. That little flicker of satisfaction when she started crying. I think part of you already knew that before tonight confirmed it, and he only thing left to figure out is whether this is simply who you are now, or whether it is what happens when someone spends five entire days getting completely dismantled by their sex partner without managing to reverse the situation for a long time.The frustration has to settle somewhere~ 』
