Published by Stroker Chase at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 by Stroker Chase
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Faye, ran into the room, grabbing the covers and covering her tight little thong from being viewed by the sellsword. Trey followed close by. She wrapped the bedsheets around herself.
“I paid for you, and I plan on getting my money’s worth.”
He came close. Swiping away his long shadowy hair from his face. She backed up against the bed.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck a Sworn Sister. Why send a young hot girl like you off to be killed for a monster? When you’d be perfect as my whore.”
He reached out, but she snatched his hand before he could, and used his leverage to bring him tumbling to the floor. Faye twisted his arm to the side, and held it there, as he fumbled on the floor.
“Don’t you touch me.”
He gritted his teeth and pulled his knife from the scabbard in his pants. “Let me go, you whore. And I wont stab you in the leg.” Faye reluctantly let go. True to his word, Trey got back on his feet and slid his scabbard back in the sheath. He held onto his arm, and moved a bit closer away.