Kermit's POV
A wooden stool appeared before me, accompanied by a ceramic bowl that rested upon its surface. One of the guards approached, brandishing a sharp blade with practiced ease.
His penetrating stare lingered on me, the weapon suspended in his grip, offering me a final opportunity to withdraw from this trial.
My face remained stone-cold as I met his gaze. With my subtle nod of approval, he drew the blade across his palm, allowing crimson drops to flow freely.
My attention remained locked on the blood, maintaining the same unwavering focus that every observer in the hall directed toward me.
I observed the scarlet liquid cascade into the bowl, coating the ceramic surface like an undeserved offering to an unworthy vessel.
My eyes barely flickered as I permitted other recollections to surge through my consciousness.
The sensation of Tonia's lips against mine.
The intoxicating heat of our bodies intertwined.
The exquisite pleasure she delivered with her mouth.
